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    • Shien.


    Yeeshien, 17.

    Attached to my sexy 唐定杰.

    Music.





    Monday, April 20, 2009 - 9:00 PM
    Why did i needed you?



    Overdue.

    I was closer to you than anyone because of my insecurity. Why didn’t I realize it at that time? Your figure slipped out of my sight before me. I didn’t say the only, single thing I wanted to – Don’t leave me.

    A twisted, crooked heart like this. I hate it so much that I don’t know what to do. What I knew at this late hour is that this is all I’m thinking about: Why is it that I needed you?

    The two of us noticed the break approaching our closeness. Unlike what the heart said, the words were dull - Goodbye.

    The hurting, unkind hand of when such a day comes. This ugly soul, like yesterday, I hate it even more.