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.Sunday, November 11, 2007 ' 11:01 AM Y
i don't know now but i'm getting very strange hunches lately.



Its like, whenever i go bunk now, it doesn't feel the same anymore. I feel like i've been already dragged out of that inlined bunker circle. Oh yea i forgot, i'm no longer a chionging bunker.



i don't know. i get the feeling that nothing is going well luh. even though i'm having fun its just like everybody is changing, like the ones i knew its like i never knew them anymore.. i don't know why..




why am i like this, is it because is loneliness? no it cannot be that because i have good friends surrounding me. but what is it then?




Left out is what i think of.




Handbells choir, 3D2, PL.




i'll miss you.



Dance for life,

KAYA<3

For now i look and wait .







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