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Yours Truly
Samantha Ting; 22
Malaysian, currently studying in Taiwan.
I AM who I AM
LOVES
Gurls’ Talk
Jan 6, 2009
Hurts♥
It hurts ..
When i received thousands of greetings, you weren't even one of them ..
It hurts ..
When i finally gather my guts to lookforyou, your replies are never the same again ..
It hurts ..
When i thought the diary meant something..(To you,itz probably just plain 'courtesy')
It hurts ..
When iM forced to accept the fact tht my dreams are dreams tht'll never cometrue ..
It hurts ..
When i thought i would be ok, until i saw you the other night ..
It hurtss ..
Whenever i think of you .. ...
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