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Sunday, December 09, 2007

it's 3am and i wish it's raining. would be nice to hear abit of thunder and see abit of lightning. miss those times i could do nothing but spend the night sitting by the window, waiting for the flashes of lightning to light up the skies and make visible the things that are usually too dark to be seen at night.

thank god for the friend i have whom i can entrust everything to. you're one of the rare, really rare few that i know i can always trust and count on. thank you kafoong. =D

of temptations and stupid thoughts. of snide remarks and lingering emotions. and underneath it all.

harder and harder to decipher.
-cheryl
3:08 AM





Cheryl

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