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Thursday, August 02, 2007

This papercut may seem small. Nevertheless, the scream of agony beats the silence of tranquility. Like this paper heart of mine; tattered and torn. Simultaneously, bleeding plethora of unseen affections. If I didn't stop crying my hearts out, I'd probably shed tears of blood. Never in my life, have I ever felt this way before. It's even worse than my previous break up and the time I got my examination results back. Only two more months left to O levels and I have to deal with this issue. Damn, I wish I was never born.