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Monday, July 16, 2012

Tears.

Crying and crying. What's the point of tears when you lose something that you no longer can have it back? I told you not to cry over split milk but look what on earth am I doing now. Crying. I feel weak. So weak. So weak that it hurts inside. My tears is made out of 1% water. 99% feeling. Buck up DARY LIM CHEONG KUN. prelims just this Wednesday, jiayou. Don't let all these shit put you down. Love yourself more than you love anyone. What's meant to be; meant to be. Nothing is to be rushed. Tears are important. I will feel better after every cry. Gogo to myself.

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