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25.7.11 ♥.
My thoughts are driving me crazy yet again.
Im sick of all the pointless drama, i hate being stuck in between, knowing once i've made a choice im gonna lose one party(ies).
But above all these, what i dread most is knowing what my decision will be, yet not knowing what to do because it'll prove disappointment and hurt.

Most things don't last forever, but some things do.
Like a good song, or a pleasant memory, which nothing done can change it.
Unfolding it during darkest times, pressing down the corners and peering it close, hoping i still recognise the persons i see there.
Most things have changed, but some remain, like the smiles which appear on our faces when the early chapters surface in our minds.

Have you wondered why we never fail brood over the same subjects, reminiscing the past almost every time we talk?

We could have been infinite. @ 5:09 PM



QUEEN.

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Brenda Yap.
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I ♥ to eat.

"Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know." - Jeremiah 3:3


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