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Tuesday, March 09, 2010 8:51 PM


i dun know..

whats right...

whats wrong...

it doesnt matter anymore cos i aint doing anything

super tired these days..

heres to everything, coming down to nothing..

to cluster : we are the best.. no doubt in my mind now, we will show them.

pressing on with my burden and my wounds

i will become stronger cos they are becoming my wings..

i dreamt of her again.. so what now ??

eve wants to return me my jacket, like finally ??


hold me now at 8:51 PM
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