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Happiness is always knocking on your door, you just gotta let it in.
Friday, February 25, 2011
It breaks my heart when you call me your friend.
How can you "believe" if in the middle of the word "believe" was the word "lie"?
Exhausted. Tired. Shag. Don't feel like elaborate anything. Post tmr, bai. :)
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I’m not afraid of ghosts, I’m not afraid of disasters and I have no fear in death. But there’s one thing I’m really afraid of. It’s the time you’ll stop loving me. And thats me, Sheryl. :)
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