Wednesday, January 25, 2012 @ 1/25/2012 12:35:00 AM

To be honest, spending time with my cousins was more better spent than doing a project that no one else in my group wants to do.

10%, fail then fail lor.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012 @ 1/10/2012 07:35:00 PM

Sometimes, I feel like going to a beach to just sit and look at the sea, alone.

Let the waves carry away my burdens.

In the first place, no one is ever indispensable.

Friday, December 30, 2011 @ 12/30/2011 02:21:00 AM

It's approaching the end of 2011.

To tell the truth, 2011 is probably the worst year of my life up till now.
Many things happened this year.
First and foremost, moving from secondary school to polytechnic.
I admit the change was rather... unnerving, but I wasn't really scared of it.
It was a turning point in my life, and I was looking forward to it.
Sure enough, I got into a pretty interesting class.
I always do, I get into the weirdest of classes, meet the weirdest people in the batch.
I guess it's affinity, and I really want to believe that it is fate.
Well, I won't be so daring as to say that I have good affinity with people, but it's really cool.
The bad thing about polytechnic?

There's no one there who understands even a quarter of me.
No one can peek into my brain, my heart, my thoughts.
I spend lesser time with my lovely friends who are like family to me.
I spend lesser time doing what I really want to do.
I spend lesser time with my family.

Second event that changed my life?
Breaking up with the one girl that I thought I would spend my whole life with.
Well, she WAS the first girl that I really dated and put my feelings into.
It was a.. bittersweet experience.
The aftermath... was devastating.
I really did all sorts of things.
I got drunk everyday.
I cried every night when I woke up from sweet dreams that seemed so surreal, just to face the bitter reality.
I never really knew I could cry until it happened.
It destroyed me, and tore apart my mind from the inside.
I felt a demon growing inside of me.
It was just whispering, "leave this place".
Admittedly, I tried cutting myself, and the scars are still there.
I was dumb, but I sort of understood why people cut themselves.
To distract themselves from the mental anguish, with physical pain.
I got over it soon enough, after.. what, 30 or 40 days?
The only thing I could never understand was what went wrong.
Anddddd, how she could ever possibly get a new guy the day we broke up.
Made me feel like all she ever did, said, showed and shared was just a lie.
The weird part? I believe it was all just a lie.
But that's all behind me now, I mean, it's not worth getting sad over someone who threw me aside when she had no more use for me.
I only regret wasting so much money on her.
The funny thing is, even while saying all these, I remain calm.
Something I could never be 3 months ago.

That's all the bad shit, but what's the good thing that happened to me?
I experienced for myself the bite of love.
It bit me, hard.
I don't believe in it, anymore.
But there's no need for that.
I can get along without it just fine.
Just as I have lost the ability to despair.
Seems like the event really hit a switch inside me.
Something that was just lying down in wait, the demon inside me.

Besides all that bullshit, good things have happened too.
I understood more about life.
I understood myself better.
I got to know people who were really worth getting to know.
I became closer with people who drifted away from me.
I became closer with my family.
I have more time for myself.
I have more money for myself, which is always a good thing.
I can think clearer.
Lots of learning points, to actually sum it up.

After all, life isn't complete without disasters and failures in life.
The only thing to do is get over them.
Takes time, but gets us over them.

As for me, I'm just glad that no one can see the depths of my hearts yet.
Honestly, I'm not what I appear to be on the outside.
Sometimes, it's really ironic that I want someone to understand me, yet, I don't want anyone to see the real me.

In 2 days, I say good bye to 2011 and hope that 2012 will be a better year.

Questions abound are just part of the puzzle called life.

Sunday, October 09, 2011 @ 10/09/2011 11:22:00 AM

Well, today I got rid of all my problems.
I got my answers.
I shall move on.
Slowly, but surely.
I'm moving on.

If you can be happy without me, why can't I be happy without you?
I deserve better.
I deserve to be happy.
I deserve to have happier memories.

Today, I let you go.
I shan't shed a tear no more, for you.
You're not worth it.

Besides, you don't even know the amount of care and concern people give you.
You criticize others, yet you don't even know that the same thing applies to you.
Stupid girl.
I really want to shake some sense into you.
You're really going to find yourself alone and abandoned as you were 3 years ago.
I wonder if you really want that.
I know for sure, I don't want to see you in that state again.
Your friends are important, and they bother, so why do you not bother?

Life, goes on.
I just have to live each day as it is.

Saturday, October 08, 2011 @ 10/08/2011 02:56:00 PM

I'm surprised.

Surprised that the first week after you left me, I was a lump of mess.
I didn't know what to do with my life.
I didn't know where to go.
I didn't know what awaited me.
I didn't know how to go on anymore.
It's because you were my motivation to carry on living, facing the future.
When you left me, everything just came crashing down on me.
What I believed in, forever, was just a lie.
You made me see forever, and you made me lose sight of it.

Fast forward 50 days later.
I'm still living, but barely.
Every moment that I lay around idle without something to do, I think about you.
I remember all those times we shared.
It all comes back to hurt me.
It hurts me at the places where it hurts the most.
The happiness we once shared becomes the pain that I take alone.

Even now, I still feel so bitter and down in the dumps.
I really hate that guy a lot.
I hate him to the guts.
I really want to beat him up.

I don't even know if you're happy with him.
At times, you seem to be, and that makes me die inside.
At times, you don't, and that makes me die inside too.
I don't know what to do, what to think and what to believe.

Sometimes, what you say makes me feel like I have hope.
Hope to have you back again.
But deep inside, I know I already lost everything.
The light inside me has already died, and I merely live for the sake of living.
I don't have hope, nor do I have anything to believe in anymore.
I just feel that I want to wait.
Wait for a miracle that will never happen.

When you're not online on MSN/Facebook, and not in school.
I think a lot.
Are you with that guy?
What are you doing with him now?
Are you sharing with him all the secrets you should have shared with me?
Are you giving him the warmth that should have been for me?
Are you holding his hands, like you held mine, which made me feel wanted in this world?
Are you giving him courage, like you had given me?

Another question comes to mind.
Why aren't you studying?
Maybe you are, and maybe I just don't know.
I just hope you are working hard for O levels.
It's a large turning point in your life.
I don't want you to have any regrets.

I know true love is to wish the girl I love most in my life, you, to be happy.
Even if it isn't me who is making you happy.
Even if I'm the one who has to busk in this endless pain and torture every day.
Even if I'm the one who has to cry every night for you.
I'd rather it be me, than you.

I'm still contemplating if I should send you a message of encouragement.
I don't know whether you'll bother reading it.
I don't know whether you'll care.
I don't know whether you'll listen.
I don't know whether you hate me.

I'm so afraid of the unknown, yet scared of the painful truth.
Someone, give me an answer.

Tuesday, October 04, 2011 @ 10/04/2011 08:42:00 PM

Gave you 3 of your favourite things yesterday.
I'm glad you loved the tuna sandwich, and it cheered you up.

Yet, why are you cutting yourself?
Sometimes, I wonder if your statuses are talking about me, or am I just being so full of myself to think that you actually think of me.
Why are you cutting yourself again?

I don't know whether you have, but the thought of you cutting yourself hurts me more than it hurts you.

I really want to see you, and talk to you just like we always had, in the past.
Is it really not possible to go back to how we were before?

I'm still missing you after 45 days.
I have never forgotten you.
In the end, I still choose to wait.

Monday, September 26, 2011 @ 9/26/2011 09:56:00 PM

If I could be devoid of emotions, I wish I was.

"Be happy she was once yours"
I'm not happy that she was once mine, because she was meant to be mine forever.

"You'll find someone better"
No, I won't, because there's no other woman I love more than her.

I really miss her.
The times she bit me on my arm.
The times I carried her on my back.
The times I hug her from behind.
The times I surprised her.
The times I could just stare deep into her eyes.
The times she kept poking my sides.
The times she pulled my hair.
The times she hit my arm.
The times she played with my fingers.

Now some other bastard has what was meant to be ours alone.

My love for her hasn't faded.

I feel so shitty.
I'm tired of crying every night.
I'm a guy, but why do I cry so easily?

Maybe I was so used to having you as a support, that I already started to breakdown without you.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011 @ 9/21/2011 06:03:00 PM

It's been a month and 3 days.
It's been a tough month, and journey.
I still miss you now and then.
I still think about us now and then.

I see that you're pretty happy without me.
I see that you're pretty happy with him.
I know it was never meant to be.
I still die a little on the inside.

Does he really treat you better then me?
Are you eating well?
Are you sleeping well?
Are you smiling everyday?
Are you healthy?
Are you drinking enough water?
Did he do anything to you?

All these questions run through my mind once in a while.

I hope you're putting in the effort to try and study.
I know you never really liked studying, but it's just the last lap.
Once O levels is done, you can take a long rest without studying already.

I know you're happier without me.
So why am I still worrying about you?

I don't know.
Maybe because I can't forget the time I spent with you.
The meals I had with you.
The fun I had fooling around with you, making jokes.
The itch I had when you poked my side.
The warmth I had when you hold my arm.

Sometimes, I cry myself to sleep quietly at night.
Maybe now I can control myself a little better.
I don't drink anymore.
I don't cut myself anymore.

I still miss you.
I wonder if I appear in your head once in a while too.
I guess not.
Because that guy already took all the space in your heart that once belonged to me.

Saturday, September 10, 2011 @ 9/10/2011 08:38:00 AM

I kept telling myself that she could do whatever she want.
I kept telling myself that I have to let her go.

Yet, when she goes out with that guy, I can hear my heart shattering into a million pieces again.
When she went to that guy's house twice, I really wanted to get hit by a car.

She never went swimming with me before.
She never wanted to.

She said it would be just a maple relationship.
It won't be a real one.

Now, I don't think that's true anymore.

It hurts just thinking about it.
Thinking about her doing whatever I have done with her before, with another guy.
Going out to our favourite places.
Eating our favourite food.
Whispering sweet-nothings.
Taking pictures together.
Holding hands and swinging them.

It kills me inside every single time she goes out with him.
It really does.
It kills me even more to know she went to his house twice.

Fuck life.
Fuck him.

Friday, September 09, 2011 @ 9/09/2011 10:51:00 PM

Promised myself, that I'll let her go.
Let her go, because she'd be happier with him.

Promised myself, that I'll let her go.
So that I can show her that I can still be happy, so she won't worry about me.

Now that I think about, I'm rather stupid, huh.
She probably won't worry about me anymore. (:

Hurts to accept the facts.
But what can I do?

The past few days were better, only in the day.
At night? My head is filled with thoughts of her.
I dreamed of her every night.
I'm so afraid to go to sleep every night.

I tell people that I'm fine already.
That I've already let her go.
Deep in my heart?
I still hold the memories of her and I.

Is she happy?
Is she really happy?
Was my pain really worth it?
Did my sadness buy her happiness?

I'm starting to feel tired of smiling every day.
I'm starting to feel like crying again every night.
I'm afraid of the future.
I'm afraid of her.
I'm afraid of me.

I guess, words don't mean anything.

Thursday, September 01, 2011 @ 9/01/2011 03:25:00 PM

如果有一天,我不再烦你;如果有一天,我变得冷漠;如果有一天,你的生活没有我,没了每天的电话,每天的关心,每天的小脾气… 你会主动联系我吗?我把一切都表现出来,你知道了,清楚了,了解了,最终感动了吗?,可我却离开了。今天陌生的,是昨天熟悉的…有一天我不再烦你,你会想我吗?


I'll remember our memories, I'll remember our happiness.
I'll remember our sadness, I'll remember the hugs and kisses we shared.
I'll remember our love, I'll remember my love for you.
I'll remember the pain and suffering I went through for you.

Finally, I don't believe in love anymore. (:
Let my final act of love be letting you go, because it makes you happier.



Wednesday, August 31, 2011 @ 8/31/2011 08:42:00 PM

Dear sweetheart, I hope you’ll reading this particular post.
I know that things have been really bad for us, and we’re currently stuck in a bad situation.
I wish you’d talk to me about the problems you’re facing.
I want you to know how much I care for you.
No matter how you try to push me away, I’ll still be here for you always.
I have been wondering what has happened to us, and it really breaks my heart.
A relationship coming close to 3 years, yet it seems to disappear without leaving a trace.
What I really hope, is that you’d stay by me no matter how hard it may be.
Look at it, we have gone through so many ups and downs.
Isn’t this just another obstacle we’re going to face together?
I wish I don’t have to face it alone.
All I ever wanted is the both of us to be happy together.
Baby, I have accepted every part of you, including your flaws.
Why won’t you?
Don’t this relationship mean anything to you anymore?
Don’t I matter to you anymore?
I just hope you will come back to me, because you’re so important.
Please do know that I love you, always.
Even if you don’t believe in ‘forever’, but what I know, you’re the girl I want to be with, the girl I’m willing to love for the rest of my life.
Is it the same for you, baby? I really hope so.

Words are all useless when it comes to convincing you.
I don't even know how I really feel now.
I hope that you still care for me, and I want to know if you really do.
Then at the same time, I don't want to find out if you really do, because it really crushes my hopes if your answer is a no.
I hope that you still remember me, and all our memories, and I want to know.
But again, I'm scared of the answer.

People keep saying even if I get back with you, it won't be the same.
Of course it won't be the same, it'll be even better.
I think about you everyday, every second, every minute and every hour.
"I'm okay", isn't that what I'm supposed to say?
But it's okay, I'll just hide my pain behind my smile.
Just like I always had.

I'm afraid.
I'm afraid that I might never talk to you again and I won't feel the same about anyone the way I feel when I'm with you.
I'm afraid that you'll find someone else and feel different for some other girl, and I'll just be an old school memory.

Do you know what I mean when I say that sometimes I don't have any feelings or emotions?
I'm not in a good mood, or a bad mood.
I just sit there, by myself and think.
I overthink sometimes.
I think about what has happened, what will happen, and what could have happened.
I think about you, I think about what's wrong in my life, I think about how I can get myself out of this stage, I think about why I got here in the first place. I think about everything, and anything.

Silence is a girl's loudest cry.
When she starts ignoring you, it's when she really is hurting.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011 @ 8/30/2011 07:27:00 AM

Pulled up my courage.
Did what my heart told me to do.
I was afraid, yes, but I was more afraid of being too late.

I remember all those times that I was being silly.
I made you laugh until you cried tears of laughter.
I remember all those times that I was being unreasonable.
I made you sad until you cried tears of pain.
I remember all those times we argued and quarreled.
But it would be fine the next day.

I remember those times when I used to brush your hair with my fingers.
I remember those times I would try to smell your head whenever I could.
I remember those times I held your little hands when they were cold.
I remember those times I laughed at you when you did something funny.
I remember those times you hit me as I laughed at you.
I remember those times we both silently smiled to each other without saying a word.
I remember those times we were happy together without everything.
I remember those times when just having each others' company was enough to get through a day.

Even though there were times when we were really in pain, just by being together.
We knew that as long as we continued to stay together, we would still be happy in the end.
Things would change for the better.
A fairy tale, you love me and I love you.
We made our vows of love.
To get married.
Buy a house of our own.
Clean the house together every saturday.
I would scream at you because you were dirty.
We'd get a car, and I'd drive you to work everyday.
I would get you flowers because I didn't get a chance to give you when we were teenagers.
We'd hug each other to sleep every night, and you would be the last thing I see when I go to sleep, and I would be the last thing you see when you go to sleep.
We'd hug each other til' we wake up every morning, and you would be the first thing I see when I wake up, and I would be the first thing you see when you wake up.
I would make breakfast for you, without bread, because you loved breakfast and hated bread.
I would make scrambled eggs for you with sausages.

All of these were what we promised.
I hold true to them, and I want them to happen.
I don't want them to remain as a dream.
Even just remembering these memories, I would smile.
Smile, then it turns to tears, because I don't know if I'm the only one holding these promises.
Tears because I don't know if you will still come back to me.

Someone came by, and snatched you from my grasp.
He isn't someone good.
Was it because he is richer?
Was it because he looked better?
Was it because he was skinnier?
Was it because you couldn't be proud of me?
Was it because you thought I was an embarrassment?
He isn't true to you.
He is just playing around with you.
Why don't you understand?

Why do I still hope so much, when the false hope I had was crushed to smithereens just yesterday.
I was still hoping you still cared.
I was still hoping for everything.
2 words from you, destroyed all the hope that got me past these few days.
But, no matter.
I still have more hope, even if it ends up with me getting hurt even more.
I don't know why myself, why I still love you despite the pain I'm going through.
You were my everything, and my only love.

Even after all you've done to me, I still can't bring myself to hate you.
I thought ours was a fairy tale.
Just you love me, and I love you, overcoming obstacles, and living happily ever after.
Remember that time when I told you if I had a terminal disease and a few more days to live, I wouldn't tell you. I would disappear from your life quietly, because I felt that hate was easier to let go. You would find someone better than me.
You cried and said that I was "stupid stupid stupid stupid!!!!"
You told me that you would rather spend the last few days with me in happiness.
You told me you wanted to walk with me to the end.
That time, was the first time I cried in 10 years.
I felt loved for the first time.
I felt that my existence was acknowledged and appreciated for the first time.

But that's all just memories that I love.
Memories that I love, that comes back to hit me much harder.
Worse thing of all?
That you're not here to tell me "it's okay".
I said and promised that I would wait.
So I will.

I don't know what to do anymore.

Monday, August 29, 2011 @ 8/29/2011 09:44:00 PM

Argued with my mom for the past few days.
Early in the morning, and late at night.
I was getting scolded for all sorts of reason.
Remembered that you used to cheer me up and make me smile when I had family problems.
Now, I'm all on my own.
I wished I wasn't born because my mother blames all her sickness and physical problems on me.
She always says that it's my fault that she has thyroid.
She always says that it's because she gave birth to me that she has a weak body.
I felt so.. I can't even think of a word to describe it. Unwanted? Hated? I don't know.
I feel so lonely at home.
I feel left out at home.
It's as if I don't exist.

Went out to KTV today, and I sang my heart out.
How strange that every song seemed to scream out my emotions.
Seemed to scream out our past.
Seemed to scream out our memories.
Seemed to scream out my love for you.
I had always wanted to go KTV with you.
Just that, that one time you asked, I rejected.
I was afraid I would embarrass you, because I sucked at singing.
I spent a lot of time training to sing, so that during the holidays I could go and sing with you and your friends.
I wouldn't embarrass you in front of your friends.
I wanted you to be proud of me.
I don't think I will get the chance to show you my effort anymore.

Went to Wei Keong's house to celebrate his early birthday, which falls tomorrow.
Ate chili crab, and it reminded me of last year when we went to his house to eat chili crab and play mahjong.
It was your first time playing mahjong and you were having soooo much fun, even though you couldn't really play skilfully.
We had cheese cake after, but you didn't want it, so I ate it for you.
I was so happy then.
I remember that I sent you home after, and I hugged you before you went home.

I was wishing you were with us the whole time we were eating chili crab.
They asked me to invite you too, because you were part of click clique.
Gave them an excuse that you were busy with prelims.
They were disappointed, but I didn't tell them because I still don't accept that we are over.
In my heart, we are still us.

I almost got hit by a large car at the T-junction when it went up the curb.
I saw my life flash past me.
I felt depressed instantly.
Even though I was wishing to die these days, when it really came to the real deal.
I was scared.
I didn't want to die.
I wanted to see you, I wanted to hear you laugh, I wanted to see you laugh until you cried.
I wasn't ready to leave all my problems and die.

I haven't given up.
Even if it's just a small glimmer of hope, I want it.
I need you back.

It has been 11 days without you.
It seemed like a month.

I love you.
I miss you.

Sunday, August 28, 2011 @ 8/28/2011 11:46:00 PM

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it.
Anger clouded my judgement.
I regretted my actions and deleted it when I realised that I was just being stupid.

You're probably angry at me.
What am I going to do?
I'm so damn stupid.
I only know how to make you unhappy.

I'm so useless.
Damn it.
Damn it damn it damn it DAMN IT.

Shit. I hate myself.

@ 8/28/2011 01:21:00 PM

You said we could be friends.
I don't see how anything like this is called being friends.

You don't reply to my messages.
I know that I'm annoying, but what can I do?
Just a simple okay, or even a "k" would suffice.
I miss you so much, yet I don't even know how you feel about me.
I'm split between thinking that you still love me and you hating me.
What must I do or think to find out whether you still think of me.
This feeling sucks.
I feel like I know the truth, but I'm denying it.

I don't know what to think anymore.
I wanted to be able to protect you and cheer you up when you're sad.

I'm in so much pain now.
My back, my chest, my lungs.
You used to care so much, just a little pain would cause you to fluster.
Now, it seems like it doesn't matter anymore.

I'm lonely now.
Without you.

So much pain.
I wish I could just die.

Saturday, August 27, 2011 @ 8/27/2011 10:52:00 PM

Growing up and maturing is two different things.
People love to grow up, but hate to mature.
It's because maturity brings with it the need to be tolerating, hypocritical and the need to act with restraint.

Growing up is just a feeling.
You don't fight for something if you don't have it.
If you know something won't be yours forever, you feel that it's okay that it won't be yours forever.
If someone asks you to hold onto something, you hold on.
If you don't get something, and you can't snatch or steal, you just forget about it.

Yet, being mature, one would go through all the trouble, make up a hundred thousand plans to fight and get what he wants and love. Hiding the pain.

I've matured.
I'm not the same person I was.
Now I want to show you that I'm matured enough for you.

该靠自己站起来, 才在你受伤的时候可以负你起来.

@ 8/27/2011 02:50:00 PM

Love often strikes an Aquarius and a Leo like a bolt out of the blue.
You gravitate towards each other like magnets with opposing charges.

My resolution is set.

I need her back.
I will get her back.

I will fight for her to the bitter end.

Strengthen your resolve, Phil.
You can do it.
Strengthen your mind.
Remember the love you had for her.
Feel the love you have for her.

Think of the future you want.
You want to marry her right?
And you'll be the Dad, and she'll be the Mom.
We'll get 4 pets and have 2 children.

It's the present and future that counts.
For her sake, stay strong.
For her sake, stop hurting yourself.
For her sake, don't give up.

You can do it, Phil, I know you can.

@ 8/27/2011 12:01:00 AM

I will wait for you until you've stopped hating me.
I will wait for you until you are okay with talking to me.
I will wait for you until you are stressed free.
I will wait for you until after your O levels.

I will woo you back after your O levels.
I will give you all the love you deserve that I owe.
I will get you back.
I will wait.
If it fails, then I guess I don't know what to do.
I'll do my best, but if my best is not good enough for you, I might just die.
2 months. It's a count down to another life changing decision.
I hope you won't forget me in 2 months.
I hope you will still love me in 2 months.
I hope you won't love someone else in 2 months.
I hope you will come back to me in 2 months/

I miss you.
I just want to hear your voice.
I love you.

Friday, August 26, 2011 @ 8/26/2011 05:37:00 AM

I'm tired of crying my eyes out.
I'm tired of shivering in fear and convulsing in pain.

I've been dreaming of us being together.
Happy, either like nothing has happened before.
Or happy, that you have already forgiven me and still love me.

I'm really going to go crazy in time.
I can't take it.
I was so happy in the dream, when I woke up on the middle to a date with you,
I broke down. I woke up to a shitty world without you beside me anymore.
I broke down yesterday because I dreamt about you 3 times too.
I will break down tomorrow, because I will dream about you again.

I can't take it anymore.
My heart is already clenching so tightly, I find it so hard to breathe.
I really want to die.
If I die, I might be able to dream a perfect dream, one that will never end at all.
You and me, together.
You and me, smiling, loving and doing everything til' the world ends.

I don't want to go back to sleep.
I'm afraid of dreaming of you again.
Dream and get my hopes up, and wake up and drag me back down to hell.
God damn it.
I can't move on.
I can't go on.
I need you.
What have I done wrong to deserve this?
Why did I have to be so stupid?
Why did I hurt you?
Why did I cause you to leave me.

I can't go on.
I really, really can't.
Despite people telling me not to, I can't.
Sleeping is a torture, dreaming is a torture, waking up is a torture.
It all seems so unreal, because just a week and a half ago.
I was happy to sleep, because I slept with you by my side.
I was happy to dream, because my dream reflected my reality.
I was happy to wake up, because I woke up to you.

Now that everything's gone.
I don't want to wake up anymore.

I don't know how much longer can I go on.
I'm irritating you with my smses.
I can't help but care for you.
My phone hasn't rung in seemingly years.
Every time I receive a message, I wish, hope and pray hard it's you.
Yet at the same time, I don't know if I can take what you might say to me.

Now I understand how you felt when I stung you with my words.
They hurt so damn crazy, that you just want to die.
I wish I could be stuck in a coma and dream.
Dream of a perfect us.

I can't... go on anymore.

Welcome to my humble haven.

My Short Stories

Phil ; Yuuki
Life is but a disease all of us are afflicted with
It's all past me

The Past


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