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Sunday, July 10, 2005

" If there is really a big guy up there, He must have sent me to paint your world a colourful one, and i will do that cuz i want to. I will be there when u need me"



how can i not tear when i read this?

how can i not feel touched?



and i once again ask myself, m i doing things right? m i hurting someone tt cares for me and treats me so precious?



i feel shaken as my tears weep down silently across my face.



i feel speechless as my heart yearns to talk.



here i am weeping.. it feels as tho everyone is out enjoying but i m here alone facing e 4 walls of my study room, just thinking...........................





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