Rubbish Bin

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

The Lonely. The Sad. The Enigmatic. The Dying. The Sick. The Broken-hearted. The Hurt.

How come the saddest things are those that strike us as serene, calm, or even attractive? Do we really wish to see our own holocaust? Do we really secretly wish to hurt ourselves?
PG e i g h t e e n stepped on your garbage at 2:39 AM

My Story.
Call me Gan.
But what's in a name?
Does it matter?
Will my name really show you who I am deep inside, where I hide?
Can my name really give you the picture of my heart, its pains and sorrows in its past?
But what the heck.

Call me Gan.

Thrown Away
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Garbage
a mirror of mine; my reflection.
a multiply of mine.
the stories of a sister.
the memories of a friend.



Thrown Away
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