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To the stars that played with the darkness
I sang of love and burned up completely

Monday, February 13, 2006 @ 12:40 PM

when plain is better.

she missed baking cookies, buyin chocs and getting all excited for the big day in feb. it was a day filled with high. it was such a norm to spot the girls excitedly giving out little gifts n notes.

in poly.. couples sprouted everywhere with flowers and romantic melodies (hmm) or meaningless love songs blasted everywhere in the campus.

things prob deterioted in a way as she gets older. last yr was spent rushing thru ppt slides and reports and this year.. she wrecked not only hers but somebody else's day as well.

is she really misunderstood or she brought it upon herself?

and now at a corner she quietly sobs



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