Aku dah sewel

It’s not written on stone. Yes that’s what it is. I ponder, I braised, and I faze and paused. This is the reality, this is the thing, this is it and it is now. She is back. Some assassination of character, deter but needed.

Fascinations brailed comforts lost, blind. Do I need to, shall I, mere questions. Doubts rose shackled in mind poisons the heart. Dabbled deep, heart thwarted torn of past mistakes. Yes, I should.