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Life is made up of a million of moments,
but we live only one of these moments at a time
As we begin to change this moment,
we begin to change our lives
Friday, May 18, 2007 7:37 AM

She went emo this morning.
She shoved me away when i wanted to know what happened.
She didn't came after when i went off, sad-

Yes. She's the one. You're the one.
I went Emo and yes. because of you.
I cried my bloody eyes out. and yes. because of you.
What more can i ask? I believed tht you said your true feelings.
But the two different answers tht you gave me, made me really at a lost.
I want the truth. Only the truth. Please.
I remember me lying on your shoulder at the court.
I remember us sitting at the bustop.
I remember us taking stupid train-rides to Marina.
I remember many things, how could you just give up?
But Yes, i still trust you girl.

Thanks brather, for being there for me, when tears came along.
I know you're good. But i think i'm breaking down. This is not the right time.

Is it my turn to attempt suicide sisters? ):
I wanted to call TXS, But i didn't.
I wanted to call Kuanyi, But i didn't.
I wanted to call Debbie, but i didn't.
I wanted to call Pretty, and i did.
But i didn't speak. I cried. I'm sorry pretty, i didn't know what to say.
And for making you worried. I'm alright now i guess. better[;
I'm an Emofreak this few days. Better off dead.

Where are my hopes. Where are my dreams.
Where is my cinderella-storyscene.

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