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Another night of self pity.
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Tuesday, November 18, 2008, 8:53 PM
I feel like I am in the eden's garden. Filled with luscious apples that speaks of true sweetness. Daddy made it a point to warn us, not to eat the forbidden apples. They are truly evil, he said. Dad left the garden in my charge. A swirl of wind blew and the fragrance of the sweet apples enveloped my senses. How can one be that sweet, I asked myself. How is it like if I take a bite? My principles conflicted desires. Daddy dutifully mentioned not to be near it. Is rightfully wrong. The apple dangled right in front of my face. I am fighting back. Fighting back my desire and urges. Regrets. Either ways, I will end up regretting. Regret not doing it for I may not have another chances. Regret doing it for I betrayed my principles. Tell me, what am I supposed to do? |
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