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hoping for: A miracle -_-
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Wednesday, November 22, 2006
La vie est belle
 

Est-ce possible de grandir trop vite?
Est-ce possible de vieillir trop tot?
Est-ce possible de sentir une douleur que les momes ne doivent pas?
Mais... dans la vie il y a toujours des exceptions...
Comme, ce que je sais que je ne dois pas ressentir pour une certaine personne.
Comme, ce que j'espere que certains ne me voient pas...
Comme, cette confusion... cette douleur... ce rage.

Mais, le pire c'est de montrer aux autres qu'on est devenu vulnerable.

C'est d'enfin montrer que ce mur, cette forteresse, que l'on avait construite depuis longtemps pour nous proteger de la vie... de la vie reelle et la verite... ce mur, s'est demoli, a force de se sentir trop sur de soi -meme. A force de ne pas ecouter ce que les petites voix essaient de me chuchoter dans les manieres les plus subtiles, pour ne pas trop me surprendre. Mais, je me suis fais prendre....

Je l'admets... J'ai peur. Mais... comme disent les autres... j'exagere trop.



When you look with your eyes,
Everything seems nice
But if you look twice
You can see it's all lies.



**** I wanna be three****
**I wanna be in a flower field and be free**
*I wanna be with you, if only I knew...*

La vie est belle