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on the face of it,
i'm kooky. like a coffin nail ;
i'm bent, crooked, twisted and looped.
arched and kinky, wayward and warped.
set in concrete, you can't change me. |
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9:06 PM, Come And Catch Me.
Monday, July 13, 2009
sayang, you won't in your afterlife read this but let me just pen this down. jsyk, i don't wanna be difficult. but i can't help it. its not nice to go M-I-A. I just woke & i'm shagged & i have english compre to finish. Pfffft, apa lah nasib. Thank god i've finished math over the weekend. And please, to you, we're both no longer kids. You know who you are. Unless your mind is still not fully developed at this stage, (which i find would be strange since you're like two years older) you should already be as mature as i am. I'm right in front of your eyes half the time sia. You can confront me if you want to. Unless, of course, if you're too cowardly... If that's the case, then i think it's really a bit sad aye. Ciao. |