Tuesday, February 06, 2007
my heart is heavy.
there are many things one can treasure and value in his lifetime.
i guess im one of those who holds unseen things much more than things seen in present.
seriously i can cry thinking of how my closeness in friendship with you ends up like dung on an empty street.
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i dont wanna talk about anything already. goodnight masses.
rest in you alone at`10:22 PM