Hey love, i won't be there anymore
Dont know whether you even remember my name
Remember not to cry love, it never was your fault
I only got myself to blame.

MARISSA❤

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Hey guys, my name is Marissa, also known as Marvin, if you get the inside joke. Anyway, This blog is only meant for the sake of my feelings, so if you too aren't happy with life or if you think that I am too emo for your own good, kindly press the little red button at the corner of your screen.

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It's like learning a guitar;

I've learnt the chords to the song i've always wanted to play. I've tried to learn the chords for 1 week straight. But my attention span is minimal; I am now tired of the song. I listen to it over and over again, til the melody of the tune actually hurt my ears.

But then, what can i do? I've done what i had wanted to a week ago: Learn my A, B, Em and so on. It has all gone to waste. I no longer had any want for the song.

Searching in my closets, i find a violin.

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It's like learning a violin;


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This rose,
It is my rose.
my rose.
my plant.
my flower.

So why does my own rose hurt me so with its dreaded thorns?

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No, this is not a rose.

It is simply an illusion of an allamanda and one's much-too-high expectations.