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Tuesday, April 1, 2008

3:07 AM

Hope dangles on a string. Like slow spinning redemption.
Winding in and winding out. The shine of it has caught my eye.


Traces of muggers.
Look at what time it is now.
And we're out studying at some benches along North Spine. Wonder how long we can last here till. With snacks, notes, our lappies, notes, mosquitoes, notes, music and more notes. Gah.
I'm so screwed for Physics.


The suffocating feeling is back again. Everytime the exam period nears.
I keep wanting to just escape, and my head's persistently screaming that I want to shop. Oh Great.
Okay. FMUG.


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