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Monday, April 12, 2010

emo.
a word to describe my feeling yesterday night.
not during training.
i guess your words are the culprit.
why will i feel so much with those few words you said?
why will it affect me so much?
i cant sleep well.
my mind refuse to give me a break.
i wanted to cried out, but i cant.
my tears refuse to give in.
for that moment, how i wish someone is willing to lend me a ear.
but for that instant, i have no idea who to look for.
even if i know, i have no idea how to start off with.

i'm completely lost, frankly.

i'm still thinking..
why are your words so powerful?

我好难过... :'(

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