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Typed this at |4/28/2007 02:03:00 PM| on Saturday, April 28, 2007

currently listening to move along.

i decided to move on, forgive, let bygones be bygones, bury the hatchet.

its useless to keep staying on the past. just move forwards and don't look backwards, its the same.


too bad i can't forget.

my brain doesn't have a delete button. D:

update:

got sick. the cold(again). must be the overwhelming guilt added with random emotions that equals to that. =__=;;


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