bare with it
Thursday, July 10, 2008 / 6:51 PM

My head can't stop pounding.
Trying my best to bring out the best of me.
Mum was nice to me today.
She noticed something wrong.
Knew part of the story.
Advised.
and,
all this is just a childish act.


from time to time,
he was just pretending.



almost lover,
thank you.

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