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Thursday, February 22, 2007
Little Angels...
These days had much fun.Though the fun was there but i fell sick too. The feeling was a little wrong .Had gambled and drank a little.Didn't lose but win little.You were there but your heart faded away into the dark.You were hurt but nothing much could be done.I was afraid and was left confused in time.The slightest chance of me in your head was there.I felt down and mad about the times you had me for venting your angers at,but i will still bear with it cause i still love you for who you are.For you may seem so stress,i will stand by you every moment of your life.
However the sadness in me grew each day,friends were there to drink and play poker with me.It was them that help me with what i had to tolerate.
I love you.

~ { 8:58 AM }
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