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Thursday, August 25, 2005

Went home with Anuar.
He was sick.
Kept quiet all the way.
Suddenly felt that it was my fault.
Ard 4+, he decided to go home.
I went off without saying bye.

Felt guilty all of a sudden.
Called Hakim to tell what happened.
He told me to chill.
Everything went back to normal.
Haish!


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Her.

Mariam,21
Bummer

credits

Designer: KITI
Image: DEVIANT ART
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