Just like there's a calm before every storm.
There's Joy before every pain.
There's love beofre every heartbreak.
There's happiness before hatred.

Life's left me twisted.
I feel like Smeagol.
That wretched and twisted creature from Lord of The Rings.
How he lives his life for his precious,
how when he loses his precious, he goes out ant searches for it.
How he'd do anything to get his precious back.
How ironic it would be if like smeagol, i'll only gain my precious back, seconds before death.

Jacinta commented that she doesn't recognise me anymore....
Doesn't recognise me cause i've become to weak....
I've become twisted. Twisted into a mere shadow of myself.
Twisted into something so ugly, so horrid, so unloveable.
So grotesque that nothing can love it ever again.
I don't recognise myself anymore.

Here's a question for all of you......
Should i die tomorrow, how would you remember me?
If you had to give my ulegy, the speech at the funeral, what would you say about me?

Let it be engraved on my tombstone,
"here lies Marcus Anthony Lin - Died of a broken heart - "
Let it be so, should i die......
let it be.......