Imperfection

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This is your destiny

You changed my whole life
Don't know what your doing to me with your love
I'm feeling all Superhuman
You did that to me
Super human heart beats in me
Nothing can stop me here with you, superhuman

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mother quarrelled with sister just now
they were like screaming at each other
then mother hit sister
sighs..what the fuck you want.
you and father quarrel then you vent your anger on us?
you say you tired,we also tired what
have you ever wondered if we felt very stressed by our studies?
hell no..
all you wanted was good marks
what are marks?
just some stupid numbers on a piece of paper
thats all what. if you want it so much,go make it yourself.
i'm tired.. and you were never there for me when i need you.

♥ Thursday, August 03, 2006
10:39 PM