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26 May 2006
i don't like it you know.
you drew a line.
when u are far from it;they say you are proud.
when you approach it;they say you are crazy.
i seriously dun like it.
everytime good things happen;bad things are bound to happen after that.
today..good things had happen.
i have to be on my guard tomorrow.
please stop talking to me.
in case anyone wags their tongues again.
21:20
