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I'll never forget
The Flowers You Gave Me
or anything else for that matter
DORITA
070191
holy in pri
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st. andrew's junior college
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doritarded@live.com.sg
there's not much i wanna say.
just a lot that i wanna do.
if i ever get the chance
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Depressing.
had one of my really bad crying sessions last night.
they have been getting worse just like the monsoons but unlike the monsoons mine aint because of the stupid climate changes due to the ignorance of us the stupid human race.
well one phrase pop into my head and guess what it was?.
yes it was part of a song.
lets slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful.
sounds familiar?
probably not.
anyways.
i thought it prefectly captued what i was feeling.
i never thought it was possible to feel like that.
thought it was just some thought up emo lyrics of some song but i guess u can actually feel that way.
slit my wrists?.
common feeling.
burning down something beautiful?
something i really wanted to do yesterday.
whoever wrote those lyrics i appluade you.
fabulously written.
3:37 PM
