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Storyboard Directed Comments Takes Exists
Sunday, January 24, 2010 at 6:04 AM
Yesterday, Ryan called out to me in a gift shop "Psst..." I looked at him. Then his eyes shifted to me then to something, again and again...
Untill I saw what he wanted me to see. After 5 seconds of staring at it, the word "Why?" came into my head. I walked off leaving him. I have to admit. The gift shop was really uniqe...
Yet I managed to miss the display words on the shelf just in front of the entrance. If only I had missed it and have not look at it and walk out.
I would be much better off that way. Much better off not knowing, much better off not hearing, much better off not seeing, much better off not feeling.
It's my fault. do you hate me? Please hate me as much as I hate myself... As much as I don't want your hate.
Locked everything.

No I just want to fall endlessly.
To never fall and hit the ground.

To You I'd Be Always Faithful.♥ 6:04 AM.


Sunday, January 24, 2010 at 6:04 AM
Yesterday, Ryan called out to me in a gift shop "Psst..." I looked at him. Then his eyes shifted to me then to something, again and again...
Untill I saw what he wanted me to see. After 5 seconds of staring at it, the word "Why?" came into my head. I walked off leaving him. I have to admit. The gift shop was really uniqe...
Yet I managed to miss the display words on the shelf just in front of the entrance. If only I had missed it and have not look at it and walk out.
I would be much better off that way. Much better off not knowing, much better off not hearing, much better off not seeing, much better off not feeling.
It's my fault. do you hate me? Please hate me as much as I hate myself... As much as I don't want your hate.
Locked everything.

No I just want to fall endlessly.
To never fall and hit the ground.

I Don't Want Just Anyone's Hug.♥ 6:04 AM.


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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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