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Saturday, February 25, 2006

i fell asleep at 2045 yesterday. i didn't do anything after i came home. was i really that tired? well, rowing k1 out to 1000m and back was all i did for trng, but it was stressful cos i was the only b div girl rowing with all the a div so they had to wait for me. i had many near capsize experiences, but i still managed to stay in my k1. i felt nothing, i felt empty. do i still love canoeing? well, i think i do. cos i think i still love you.
i still have theory later. i haven't done my homework. where has my passion for music gone to? where has my love for those notes gone to? sometimes i just feel so tired, sometimes i just feel so sick, sick of this life, tired of everything.

i want to go somewhere, somewhere beautiful, where i can not think of anything, where i can do whatever i want. i just wanna escape, escape with you.

i'm begging you to be my escape.
will you?

my heart still bleeds for you.




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and now the stars
aren't out tonight, but
neither are we,
to look up at them.
why does hello feel like goodbye?
these memories
can't replace
these wishes I wished
and dreams I chased.
take this broken heart,
and make it right.

when will you save me?



stabbed my heart.