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Storyboard Directed Comments Takes Exists
Tuesday, June 16, 2009 at 7:01 PM
Someone finally got a response from me. After so much of asking and things. I finally spilled. I talk things out. I don't even know if I said it in order, it I did not care. Actually it was two people. I stopped promptly when I remembered. I should not be saying this. There's always two sides of the story. The outside one, which does not make it look that bad. And the inside one that is killing the people in it. And so, I stopped halfway. Not wanting to say more. Because it's gonna hurt. Not only me but other people. It's okay. I'm fine. Have a good trip to Korea big brother. I'll cheer up, don't worry. For you and everyone. And I've been locking my door. Don't worry. I heard about what you've been doing lately, thanks to Jonny. Be careful, Kea. And have fun.

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 7:01 PM.


Tuesday, June 16, 2009 at 7:01 PM
Someone finally got a response from me. After so much of asking and things. I finally spilled. I talk things out. I don't even know if I said it in order, it I did not care. Actually it was two people. I stopped promptly when I remembered. I should not be saying this. There's always two sides of the story. The outside one, which does not make it look that bad. And the inside one that is killing the people in it. And so, I stopped halfway. Not wanting to say more. Because it's gonna hurt. Not only me but other people. It's okay. I'm fine. Have a good trip to Korea big brother. I'll cheer up, don't worry. For you and everyone. And I've been locking my door. Don't worry. I heard about what you've been doing lately, thanks to Jonny. Be careful, Kea. And have fun.

I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 7:01 PM.


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Rainie
Love's Raphael Michael Kea.

OLD ENOUGH
Contemplating College
Badminton School Team



Momotone
The Scriptwriter.

OLD ENOUGH
College
Drama

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