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Thursday, August 28, 2008

New post on purpose. -.-


The rose died. Yeah? Haha. Can i say, i am trying hard? Its a hard habit to break. And there's that broken hint. And i cant seems to smile anymore. What juz happened? So what if its a holiday? I feel indifferent. My heart has been hidden. Not by chance but.. .. .. .. And since then, tears cant flow out of me anymore. I am waiting. Waiting for the day i can cry again. When i can smile when i really am happy. And YES! thanks for reminding me. I cant help it. I am juz to biased. Ironical eh?


Thanks a lot for smiling at me! But i'm sorry. Somethings wrong with me. I'll promise, one day, i'll smile at you. Seriously.
Thanks for smsing me. I know that it might mean nth for you. But, at least, there is the reply there. And it fills up part of the emptiness. Thanks.





I juz realize something. U can either sound good or bad on the other side. But only on your own side. U know your own truth.

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