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shut the doors of mind to the world. sorry for the incoherence of the past post. been thinking alot the past 2 days, til there's no more tears left to cry. isn't it strange how normal someone can appear to be, even though deep inside it's hurting? sitting in front of the monitor screen, revising her physics and practising her maths. chatting as though everything was fine to the people that came online. laughes when she watches the television with victor.

isn't it weird how i can start doing my maths tutorial and only start going through the examples in the notes to see how they're done when i'm at question 22 out of the 24 questions in the tutorial? isn't it funny how the sound of the guitar of some songs can make you cry, while others makes you smile?

isn't it funny how on a cold dark lonely night, the one person to make you laugh and cheer you up is francis phuang? how his funny antics just made me laugh, how i feel that he just understands even though i didn't tell him anything.

strange huh. strange.
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so what if i told you how i felt, and what i think. does it matter? and even if i did, what can you do? nothing. would you understand how i felt? no. would you hear the tears on the line? no. would you really rather hear it from her then from me?

actually there's really nothing to talk about anymore. and this time round, it's me who choose to leave it hanging. would you feel less pressued if i left the path i'm on right now? or maybe it didn't matter to you in the first place. maybe it didn't matter to you in the first place.

and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid- like i love you.
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When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me