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yingxuan
singapore polytechnic (dac).
Wednesday, January 28, 2009

i feel empty. gosh i feel like crying.
i feel like crying to sleep as though nothing has happened today.

music has been the closet thing i had with me.
the most important thing.
and now it is gone. totally gone.
i have nothing now. zero. gone. lost. empty.
it was a total pain and heartache when i didn't see the orange pouch in my bag.