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Thursday, January 11, 2007
Yesterday i saw this indian boy ran and hug his mother who was waiting at the bus stop. Simple actions but its love.at for me alone. so sad and . nobody could to tell her searching my and my life gone.with her. so sometimes i our god why must take you miss me from . are I angry to put all lonely love things. i want .replace miss selfish could i that just see again one just spend with day her me her . searching searching selfish something that is long these leaving secrets scent i her away you through you for her share you i feel ever
Don't get so worked up~ Its just me