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His Story.Her Story.

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in front of the brown wall,Hel
Sunday, August 31, 2008 @ 11:55 PM


you're the first thing that is on my mind every single day .
while the birds are busy chirping their morning repertoire
i make my way to meet you so i can have u in my arms .
that girl who lives in tampines .
that girl who wears glasses .
that girl who has fair skin .
that girl whom i'm in love with .
i love you