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Monday, April 9, 2007

It has been 48 hrs since i last heard her voice . The voice which once melt my heart but now it seems so distant away .. drifit to somewhere i have no access to . 20 missed calls, 15 unreplied smses are hopes i have left. I am now feeling as lousy as ever . I can feel my heart weakening by each beat and tears are forming so quick that a storm has no match to it. The cause for above agony~>A photo that has been hidden at a small corner of my received file folder that i have totally forgotten abt it . I have no strength to continue or explain .. May some miracles happen in the next 12 hours or any later den that , this will be a personal blog and no longer "OUR" blog.

LOVE
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