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Sunday, August 14, 2011
Chapter 241:
at 20:09

Life's really fragile.
I just heard news that one of my aunt who always appeared hearty had congested blood vessel and almost had a heart attack. Fortunately my cousins sensed something amiss and sent her to the hospital.

Can't bear to think of the consequences man.

Cherish people, ok?

The irony is that even I am not doing it so why the hell am I advocating it? Search me.

I always vow to become better, 'cause what if there's no more chance for me to show her my appreciation. But I always feel so discouraged and unmotivated after shit happens. What to do?


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& can somebody just bring me to watch a sappy movie to get my tears out?
I feel constipated with tears.

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This struck a chord with me 'cause I'll never sing of love if it doesn't exist.

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D, just to call you one more time. To see you one more time. To hear you one more time.
Somehow, recently, things keep reminding me of you.
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