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bad day
Saturday, November 7, 200910:01 PM

Looking up at you
One word driven in to madness
Madness driven by the depths below.





im sorry. i know i shouldn have acted that way. instead of cheering you up, i actually make it worst. do let me know if you are having a bad day. i want to be there for you just like the days when you have been there for me. you never fail to lift my spirit up. just by the sound of your voice and the look in your eyes, i cant help but fall in love with you.



though you have forgiven me, why does my heart still ache?
i want more days with you my dearest syawai!



if only i am able to see my friends everyday. . .

lulu. i need you badly.

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