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this facade.
this period of time is really the hardest yet. eight months in all. eight months of being in-between. eight months of no longer being there and not belonging to there yet. eight months of emptiness. eight long months. and i'm only at my fourth.
life gets tougher as we no longer stick to the routine of schooling days when days were spent rushing to lectures, completing tutorials and the occasional lunch-out with my class girls. it gets tougher 'cause everyone is headed in their own ways. 'cause everyone is headed in their own ways, nobody else knows exactly what is happening in each others' lives anymore. we are all too tied up with juggling our own to find out more about others' beneath that facade of a job title.
sometimes even the deepest roots can be pulled up by the strongest winds. sometimes even the steadiest ships can be washed away by the toughest tides. and sometimes, even the heros can break down and cry.
people try to be strong to fix a smoother journey. but when that journey ends, it becomes a load that is seemingly impossible to let go off. and that acquired strength draws them deeper down. so deep that when they reach out, they can hardly touch.
and sometimes, strength may only be a harmless concealer of the person within.
group1 soared @ 00:06
xoxo