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Saturday, February 03, 2007
Little Angels...
At last my work ended.Its was so tiring to wake up everyday.The time in the world should be change,and all the living things that breathe the air will change their living style.Feeling a little down these fewdays.Troubled by things that should be even dare to think of.It wasnt just right.As usual there was always someone there for me to speak to.My 'brothers' drank alittle with me everyweekend as a form of pleasure.The feeling was just right at times.Life was just too boring for now.
Your voice filled my ears,your face reappears everytime i close my eyes and dream of you every night in my sleep.

~ { 3:20 PM }
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