It is ironic on how you can have all the pens in the world but not a mere eraser. Not even an erasable rubber anywhere within my sight.




My heart is caught between two. It is torn between two. I am clueless on which path to choose, to take. Each time when my mind is convinced to the other side, somehow in one way or another the other side will entice me to beg to differ. Then I will be back to square one. I have a lot of considerations to take into account. I'm not to sure if I, myself am willing to take on the risks. It will just fall flat back on my face.



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