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Y .Wednesday, February 15, 2006.

Was the 1st to reach the lt in the morning. Den adrian came. we sat in the room for like.. 10mins den the teacher come. Revision lec. i tink she dun expect anyone to come bah. haha..

Sometimes i realli wonder.. Am i realli.. tt bad? What did i not do enuff? hmmm. mayb it's Fate. Fated nt to be. Damn sad de. hmmm. Feel like crying.. but.. right now. i can't even tear. felt like.. the heart being tore into pieces... hmmm. internalli.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.



YYY
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