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    • Shien.


    Yeeshien, 17.

    Attached to my sexy 唐定杰.

    Music.





    Monday, May 11, 2009 - 9:44 PM

    I can blame no one but myself. I brought everything upon myself.
    It took me one year for you to fade into my memory.
    And merely 1 day, everything came back again.
    Everyone warned me not to fall back, I listened to none.
    Believing the feeling you gave, putting faith in you that you've changed.
    I tried to convince them, you're not bad, everyone deserve a second chance.
    After you came out, you seems to be back at square one.
    My tolerance level for you was higher than anyone else.
    First, you asked me to believe you that you didn't want all these.
    Second, you asked for my forgiveness.
    Third, you said you loved me.
    Then, people told me you going to do stunts again.
    You wouldn't know how I numb myself from all these pain.
    It's been 3 days, how's you?