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Tuesday, February 14, 2006
holla
Misery.
A simple 6 letter word that is used to describe sorrow. However, when felt by one, he realises that the word is indeed an understatement. Well, but life goes on...not stopping for one to cry and wipe the tears. I guess the truth hit me hard. Even though i really wanted to go MJ, i dont deny that one part in me wanted to wear the crimson collar pin and sing the Victorian Anthem again. That wish is now as far as the dream. What my future holds, i dont know. What am i going to make of it, i dont know. But one thing's for sure, where ever i go, there will be only 1 name emblazoned in my heart...
Victoria
Mumbled @ {9:50 AM}
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