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BOM.Turn 19 at 28/08
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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

someone told me.
if its ur true friends.
you'll be amaze on how understanding they can be.
heheok. saper ey cakap?lupe larh..

kk. den. here i am.
every single second looking at the clock.
hoping he wld call.
if not by that time. he called. we wld talk.
=(.
and for real Mr, i wont bug your life.

i gues he really have somone new in his heart.
so ill just retreat. just before i really depend on him back.
god! just make me stroong.
from just now im stoping myself from crying.

i know im not pretty.but Mr, i care for you like noone did.
even wen i got a cold treatment.

time and time again ill say.
im a stupid damn ass.
Mr, u just dun haf any idea how hurt i am.