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You Will Remember All The Sins You Had Done. Im pro at goalkeeper and midfield. I will respect you if you respect me. Sunday, November 1, 2009. 2dae class outing was quite fun. Although I got some injuries on my legs. First thing i have learnt 2dae is tat road bike. Brake too hard or else.
I cant let you walk away. We planned to live forever. You know, no one. Will love you like i do. I meet him at three. Who made us go all the way to toa payoh. She went to go and play pool,. When she called and asked when is our train coming,. And we told her it was coming in 2 minutes! Ugh, so pissed. Shall not spoil my day thinking bout it.
Hello darkness, my old friend. Because a vision softly creeping. Left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain. Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone. Neath the halo of a street lamp. I turn my collar to the cold and damp. When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light. And touched the sound of silence. And in the naked light I saw.