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Thursday, June 25, 2009

at times like this.
i cant help it.
first, its you den its another you
den it was yet another.
AH
many a time, ENOUGH.
hw many times can i break before i shatter?
SHIT.
i feel so peculiarly shitty nw.
no, it shldnt be the way.
it was the end.
everything.
it shld be washed away just like hw the tides come rushing to the shore,
everything and anything that happened on the shore will be washed away.
ah.
hw can all happen?
i dun feel good.
must be the song playing.
am not the stupid one.
you are, you too.

am feeling lousy,
whats with me.
i am sorryyyyyy!



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