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    Living at two opposite ends

    Monday, March 9, 2009 @ 8:59 PM
    Life is a maze and love is a riddle

    It's very sad for me of him avoiding me. and not having eye contact even though we're just a metre away. I can't go on, going to school like this anymore. It's making me worse with my puffy red eyes in class.I just can't do it this way. If this didnt happened, we'll still be texting each other even though we're not together. We still can talk as per normal. I see you smile and you'll see me smile. That way you don't have to think about me being sad all over again. And I don't have to call up your friend just to ask if you're okay. Be it physically or mentally.

    All I can see was just your feet, tapping to the music of whatever song you're listening to.

    I must say that H is my first love. Not K. H showed me what its like to be loved.

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