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Tuesday, December 30, 2008

nothing matter much after what was said.
even if i got to know that my mum is dying now.
or my dad has been crushed by a car.
or my sister fell & hit her head.
i don't care.
& i don't give a damn i guess.

& part of me is gone.
dead.

& i shredded my heart open.
to accept all unnecessary things that happened.

living a lie.