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Friday, March 02, 2007

lets play truth or dare
or just dare
cause no one tells the truth anymore

assessment week is driving me nuts. like totally. i'm studying really hard, but i don't know if i can do it. i don't know myself anymore. where's the confidence i had, where's the belief i had in myself? i don't know. and i'll be leaving on thurs again. to somewhere very very far from you. i'll be there training hard, rowing hard, for njcanoeing, for my team. it's something that causes me pain, yet i love doing it. it's the passion.

you tell me you'll miss me and that i'll have to take care of myself, cos you ain't there for me. i know, i'll miss you too. so you have to take care too yeah? <3 everytime you keep me company while i study, although you play games and make a lot of noise, i still appreciate the time you sacrifice for me. i really do. (: everything i do, i do it for you.

/ talk to my heart.

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.