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

Growing up/old
Wednesday, May 15, 2013 @ 10:11 PM

At the exchange.

So this is this what growing up looks like. Girls heavily made up. Girls dressed to kill.

Nothing much changed since my first exposure to clubbing scenes.

A funny thought popped up while I was mingling with my colleagues. "Exactly, what have I been missing out?" But then again back to reality, getting intoxicated and my skin all dehydrated... It's not really worth it la.



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