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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

everytime i put on my favourite mango top and skirt, i feel happy. i feel happy because the top is given to me by someone i love very much. someone so close to my heart. someone i cannot imagine life without. you're not part of my life, you're my whole entire life =D i love it with the little red heels that was bought for me 2 years ago by the closest friend in my life. the one who is a total opposite of me and whom i love as dearly as my sister. these two people are coincidentally born on the same day of the year. they must be guardian angels sent to me on the 17th of february.

tuesdays become bearable, because of my outfit. because of the fact that i'm going to see my teammates later tonight. because i'm gonna be near you. (:

you pretend but you can't hide, like always i've seen through your cover. you're like a snake who coils itself tightly onto the things they care too much for, only to kill them with your bare hands. you don't know your faults but you see your strengths. you don't know your strengths when you see your faults. you don't know the art. of balance. you never seen the way i've seen you and so you never know why and how things happen for you. but now i no longer see, no longer listen. i look but i do not see. i hear but i do not listen. i am there but you're no longer vital. through your false pretense, you've lost. and how i wish you'd learn but you never do.
-cheryl
10:45 AM





Cheryl

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