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

Saturday, September 09, 2006 @ 1:17 AM

see what happens when i dun blog frequently. hahah theres' a sudden explosion of entries.


the story of miry

ever felt like a bottle of miry water. perflexed? your heart prompts you differently each time you seek its help.

so much of listening to your heart. how? its not reliable!

let it sit and you will see the bottle of miry water isnt really that puddle of muddy water u scoped up from the drain.

true enough it is still quite dirty and definitely not as clear as your toiletbowl water BUT somehow things are beginning to clear up abit?



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