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

Breast Augmentation

214days

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♥

you are online now. but god damn me. i wanted to talk to you. to know how are you now. but i just cant freakingly click on your contact to start a conversation. cause i'm afraid. afraid of disturbing you and whoever you wants to talk to. damn it. but still... sighs. you wont read my blog anyway. you dont even know my link. sighs. whats happened had happened. no point crying over spilled milk.

♥ Monday, December 04, 2006
11:36 PM