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i dont want to meet u along the roads.
i dont care how tiny singapore is.
what are the chances tt i get to see u again?
practically zero.
i want to hear u say u dont care anymore.
i want to hear u say"i'll wash my hands off u"
saying that im dumb and all.
and u are the only one tt made fucker a un-taboo word to be used on me.
i dont want u to stop contacting me.
i got used to u being there.
i got used to u telling me right from wrong
though i pretend tt i never actually listened,trying to wriggle my ways out of stuffs.
i knew u meant well.
im crying as im typing this.
i want you to know that u were a part of my life.
and if u want to carry on being one..
u're welcomed.
i dint expect the brief conversation this aftnn to be the very last.
ur final decision that came thru sms.
it wasnt even thru a call.
i dint get to see it till now.
im sorry.
please.you know who u are.
im not even sure if you'll visit this blog again.
but im sorry
@ 1:47 AM
BITCH with the capital B :D