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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

lets not look back and grieve about the past
coz its over.
lets not worry about the future
coz it has yet to come.
so lets make the present a beautiful one
that will be worth remembering.

why bring up the past, when the present and future is just you and me.


hadnt been sleeping well lately and came to school today with puffy eyes. couldnt rest well last night, but i had a great company. thanks A, for listening, for drying those tears. now what can i say? we had a wrong turn, but lets try to make thing work out the way they should.

still love R.

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