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Wednesday, September 12, 2007

you're walking further away from me ..
slowly i can't even see ur back anymore.
i assumed u're lying all these while, u've no intention to take care of me?

assume . assume .
all i can do now is assume that i never like u, it might makes my life happier.
this is life. playing and toying of feelings seems like a trend just that who is the one toying?
true. reality sucks big time! I don't owe ppl a living, dont let me be the one that drags ur whole life down. I'll , if u hurt me.

people come and go everyday, are u just a passer-by in my life?
a passer-by that threw away my heart? or just that to pass time. shit.
fucks. i hate it, especially those feelings.. mixed feelings. confusion can just kill me straight away so is broken heart.

at 11:31