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Sitting by a fire on a lonely night,
Hanging over from another good time..
With another girl.. Little dirty girl..


Thursday, January 1, 2009 @ 6:10 PM.

Not one. But two love stories just ended. It's so complicated, it just has to be the most tragic relationship for me.

We were happy once. Broke up once. Patched up. Only God knows how happy I was. But little did i know how much he was suffering just to be with me.

I really don't know what to feel right now.. I feel thankful, now that I know the truth.. I feel guilty, now that I've ruined the future for 2 people.. I feel hurt, cos I gave my everything to him, and this is what I get in return.. I feel sad, for I miss him still.. I feel sorry, for him and her.

Nuff said for today.

Things will get better soon for all of us, I'm sure.

When? God knows..







Biography.

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Mas Nurul Azurin ♥
19 years old, 20th March.
Nanyang Polytechnic.
Bucky Baby. ♥

Chatterbox.


Applause.

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