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Here I am in a secluded space,
Having no idea on how to get out of this place.
Laying just like a piece,
in so much peace without any risk.

Trapped in this four-cornered case,
I'm set as if in place.
In time I thought that this is a test,
Where the strong lives and the weak rests.

Contented am I as I may see,
But deep inside dwells a cavity.
A hole that lies long before,
Which I did not care until it sore.

There's no problem, treatment, or cure,
For this illness that I bare.
That's why this space is such a relief,
For a soul that is lost in grief.

I grief but I don't cry,
Nor even take a chance to mourn.
So why do I have to say goodbye,
If i would also die.

So live life and move on,
And know what;s going on.
Continue the walk through that loop,
Find that little hope and use it as a rope.

So climb as high as you can,
Because waiting for you is band.
Reaching out there humble hands,
For you if you ever need one.

Losing A Job...........

I don't know how to react I think I just lost a job yesterday. I've been waiting for the notice for about 2 weeks time but when I knew it, i was too late.
When I heard the news yesterday from my aunt who just got home from work, I was silent. I don't know what to think. All that I could say was, "Ha..."

I didn't cry or lock my self in a room or stay in a corner and cry or weep. I got to admit I feel regrets but as the old saying says,"Regrets comes last in everything!". It's the fact that I can't change nor anyone else.

If my mother knows about this, she would go mad. Losing this jiob is alright with me but to her it isn't. Maybe this job is not mine. If I told her this way she will piss me off.

She will be angry. That's how I knew her back then but things change. Maybe she wasn't like that today, who knows.

I've got to have a job. I've got ot.

It's not anyone's fault, whatever happens, we're just victims of circumstances. God has a different but beautiful plan to each one of us.