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post Thursday, November 20, 2008 speech bubble 0 comment(s)

思念是一种病态。那一年,是谁将这种情感埋在了心里,任它成长,直到现在,再任它,演变成了无法抹去的伤痛。

i kept on holding myself inside this cage,afraid of going out,afraid of the world outside,afraid of people's opinion abt me.
"it's time,"i told myself,"it's time."
call me supersitious,call me crazy.wadever.i dont care anymore.
of course u dont get what i mean,actually,i had a hard time understanding myself too.sometime i just want ask myself,"who am i?really."
to say people understand themselves the best,this statement,i tell u,is totally crap,sometime,others sees more than we actually known abt ourselves.

miss Shanghai!
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