Stories are written on books, Poems are written on paper, my life is written on lies.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Is it really you?

June 26th 2008, thursday,


today went to shane's house to do work, in the end, we just slack eventually because, well, its so us.. that day, because im so sad, i took a walk outside, supirsingly, i saw han lin,... i lost contact wif her quite long ler, she could'nt remember me, but i'll remember her even if i die, she, she ... never lost her memory of me, i went up to her, looking at me, i think she does remembers me, its just tat she doesn't want to remember barhs.... i dunnoe, maybe im thinking too much, maybe its just some1 who looked like her, thinkiin of her makes me remember of her.. han, if its ue, can u tell me... i .. i... i reali.... i

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