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yingxuan
singapore polytechnic (dac).
Saturday, April 18, 2009

"gosh i'm so broke after paying for notes i couldn't have lunch"
the reply was: "you should have come look for me!"

everytime i'm broke i'll think of this.
you've said too many things to me,
that every circumstances i've been thru you've already consoled me once.
that reply was worth remembering.
every reply was worth the memories.

thats why whenever i'm sad i'll think of you.
whenever i cry i'll remember i cried 10x worse for you.
so now you are gone.
tell me whats left for me?