Riddles...

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Its 3am in the morning...
Somehow I talked to her on msn...
She told me not to think about it...
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I am not angry at God.
Its a bittersweet thing.
I know its for the best,
But the pain is simply unbearable.
Could this actually make one a stronger person?
How?
By making his heart as cold ice,
Or his will as strong as steel?
By making him into some emotionless being?

I doubt it...

At the end of the day,
I still find myself missing her sorely.
And everyday a facade is on my face till nightfall,
When I am in my room do I take it off.
At dawn, the process repeats itself...

My dear Lord,
When will the riddles be explained?
When will the questions be answered?
When will the problems be solved?
When will we stop hurting inside?

One day... One fine day...