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

Tuesday, April 25, 2006 @ 7:27 PM

mirrors dun tell lies, do they?

they reflect the truth and sometimes create a illusion.

so issit genuine?

she waited anxiously and looked at the pregnancy test kit. she sighed in disappointment. no positive sign. the baby making was a failure.

how many times must she go through that torture. she badly wants a baby.

eh that's wad u see in my mirror of thoughts.

my reality...

i waited anxiously for mr postman to deliver a letter to me. a letter that i have waited for more than a mth. yes i am still clinging on that little bit of hope to receive a letter from smu la.

im all right.. i'm jus kinda intrigued with the pregancy test kid idea to depict my thoughts.



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