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Saturday, May 19, 2007


the last few days has beeen.. perfect. but then again, i just think about everything that's happening. can't get it off my mind either. oh wells.

everyday, i look in every direction i can in hope to see you. and i scramble to read the msgs that come in hoping to see your name beautifully typed on the screen. and then, i see hope, every hope to be yours one day. you just make my heart beat so much faster with that fantastic smile, and the eyes that tell me you wanna listen to every word i say. and i look forward to every moment i know i'd be with you.

and then, when i think again, i would say that it is impossible. will it ever happen? i think i've already given away enough signs to let you find out the way i feel about you.and trust me, when i say you'd be the sweetest love ever, you will. because, you are the one i've been wanting to love. you just make me smile like i've never did. heartsss.

if you ever had a problem with me, fcuking talk to me about it. not talk to others. and goddammit. your fcuking old to know that all these are just.. ah. you choose your word ya. i dunno why you're still alive. i would have died if i were you. dont take me for granted just cos i'm younger. i've got enough dignity to take you on, *itch.


sung at 12:02 AM

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