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Friday, February 22, 2008
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from what you see isnt what it is.
feeling empty and tired. ><
dont wanna talk anymore.
crap. just feel like sleeping for a longlonglonglong time.
maths paper successfully murdered kimyee.
crying over spilled milk.
you never were there,
but its okay.
thinking of everything alone
is sometimes such a bliss. (:
8:30 PM
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