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Wednesday, November 08, 2006

let me be the one,
to take those tears for you.

the events of yesterday has haunted my entire night. it kept replaying at the back of my mind. and those words that she screamed into my face. it will never stop playing in my head. i didn't realise how much it was gonna hurt. didn't realise how much it would hit home.

but what really hurt the most was seeing those tears. i could not even do anything. all i could do was to try and protect her. and got punched instead. and got scolded instead. what more could i have done?

i don't care what she's done before. i don't care what happened before. i don't even freaking care about anything else. all i wanna care about is her. and i don't ever wanna see her cry.

i'm sorry i couldn't protect you.
i shouldn't have walked away.
shouldn't have left you alone.
then maybe i could have taken that blow for you.
-cheryl
9:59 AM





Cheryl

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