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shuqun primary. (1996 - 2002)fuhua secondary. (2003 - 2006) itedover. (2008-2009) maro1233@hotmail.com 27 DEC 1990  ● Tagboard
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Monday, August 18, 2008
thanks hippo for all those caring. i'm fine, don't worry about me. i'm okay. i'm really very okay. i don't know what to do more. i have really done everything i could.  this is how we start.  left hand.  right hand, blue black  stupid guan hong ugly hand. there is nothing much more for me to say then i'm sorry. my hands are dumb now. i can't even take a pen well. and my index finger, it's gone. nothing is pain, not this, compare to my heart. things ain't the same, days ain't the same, feeling ain't the same too. and now i know that treasuring the person beside you before you are really too late. just like my grandmother. i try my very best, but nothing work. screaming my lungs out, just hoping that you will hear me. praying that you are always mine, when i know i can't hold anything of yours. crying doesn't help much, i know. only wishing you will come back to my door. nothing for me to live on. i'm proving everything to a nobody. chances are not gaven as i don't know why, don't tell me people need chances to prove themselves that they will change. cause i can see it right now, it's not. having the heartache everyday but have to pretend that i don't, it's very hard. those igron and rejects you gave, sank deep inside. how long can i go on. how long can i surive? how long this is going to go on with me? nobody can tell me, but asking me to cheer up, i'm trying to cheer others up but i didn't told them mine. i'm trying to act like one that i'm strong and tough, but i really fail to do so. not even spongebob can cheer me up, i million of it also won't. as i grow up and i know that the hurt you get is deeper. and now it's breaking down, i don't know why. i don't feel like eating anything thou out the day, or maybe one meal will make me full. i don't feel like doing alot of things i use to do. i just don't understand your heart. |
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