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Usually have a lot of things to say. Just no mood to blog. =x
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What I really feel.
My eyes wouldn't let me hide. Cause they always start to cry. Another of my favourite quotes from another of my favourite sad songs. "Lately" by Stevie Wonder. I cried yesterday. It's been a long time since I really cried. I hugged my super big gigantic blue cushion and squeezed my face into it, and cried. I stopped. Went to take a shower, and cried. I had to slap myself. To force myself to stop. I'm so weak, always letting these emotions get the better of me. I went to bed. I had a good long sleep. And it's a new day. As I type, I know it. Today is my lucky day. I can feel it. I can feel it. Today is my lucky day. triggering Mr Ng HS |
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