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Nothing in this world is perfect to me.
So I don't believe in perfections.







Date: Wednesday, October 21, 2009 9:51 PM

Some friends just treat you like a toy.
They'll only call or find you when they needed help,
otherwise they won't even care about you.
Or even forget about your existence.

So disappointing, very.
Best still, I've always believed that you people won't forget about us.

But yet,
I was wrong.
Or should I say, we were wrong.

Once we realise there's time that we can spend together,
we will try to meet up.
Yet, this effort wasn't recognised at all.

(If you felt guilty, or even a little bit. Then yes, I'm talking about you.)

p.s. I just want to pen down one of those things that I can't take it the most.

J.

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