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Friday, August 29, 2008

i got the message.
thankyou.

thank you for bringing me back to reality.
THANKS.
you of all ppl.
damn la.
everything is like wrong, wrong,wrong.
THANK YOU.
seriously, i cant thank you enough.

it has been ages.
thankyou for all the frustrations, all the nonsense,
the sweet nths
THANKYOU.
thankyou for playing ______.

yes.
down.
terrible sore.
irritating nose.
and, inconsitent temp.
this is life, is it not.

DO NOT TEST MY PATIENCE,
BECOS, I DUN HAVE IT!
i do not know y.
the uncomfortableness.
must be the body,
no wait, u.
no, must be me.
i feel the need to hurt you,
so that you know how much it hurts
baby,dun try.
becos, i dun think i will want to stop.



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