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Sunday, May 4, 2008

sometimes, i wish i can turn back time.
den tis time it shall be my turn.
to see you cry.
or other times, i wish time can be turned back.
i will nv want to know you.
yet there are times, i wonder,
do i even know you.

the pretence.
it kills.
if only i have the courage, i will walk up to you
and slap you so hard that you will spin rounds.
BUT.
i know there is nth i can do.
anyway, i nv know you, neither did you know me.
we shall end it the way we left.
no memories, no nth.
dear stranger, i hope you wun be hurt.
becos if you do, and i know.
i am sooooooooo gona laugh.
=D
I SINCERELY HOPE THAT THINGS GO WELL.



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