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Monday, June 11, 2007

life has its way of teasing oneself. i've fallen ill and i'm sad about it. but i'll be fine tomorrow. my mind is running lose and i can't seem to get hold of it. there are so many things i miss now; you, you and you. haha must be pms-ing now. i either get very very sad or very very irritated. oh well, hugging my bolster will 100%-plus-chop ease this discomfort.

o where, o where can my baby be. the lord took her away from me. she's going to heaven so i've got to be good. so i can see my baby when i leave this world..

peace, peace. pronounciation: pis. we've got to be understanding team mates. (: