you've pierced me with the rusted nail you've held in your hands thus long. yet, you appear in front me, clean and without blemish. I do not understand. I can't hold on.
My blood boils with detest of you now. __ ____ ___ ___ ____ ________.
A 2nd Year Communications student's blog- filled with thoughts about all the theories of Communications, and simply life.
Many a times, I choose to embrace the world, and look at it in many aspects of its beauty. But maybe, it would be a greater adventure to be an explorer of it, looking at things in a critical perspective- not to mock, but only to enjoy and learn!
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