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| Thursday, August 30, 2007 |
I choose not to think about it once I step out of the exam hall.
Cause I know the more I think,
the more worry I'll get,
the more emo I'll become.
No point thinking,
cause the papers were up,
there's no way you can change anything,
so what's the point of habouring it,
when it only kills your brain cells.
I choose not to face the fact,
I choose to throw it aside,
till one day there's no place for me to hide,
I'll stand up to face the hurting reality.
That's me,
dumb & silly.
:(
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