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.Saturday, May 27, 2006 ; 3:03 AM -
.His Mercy is New everY mornInG.

The moment I saw the grades, I knew it was bad news. Things didn't turn out as expected. What have gone wrong?What have I done?No point crying over it. There's no way to turn back time and rectify things. I didn't cry and I don't want to cry. What for?
Funny how my heart was so calm when I read my CAP score. The calm before the storm, so they say. I think I'm starting to hate myself.

It is over.
I will graduate in a year time.
What should I do?
Suddenly, I'm lost.







THAT GIRL;Y

~KatZ~

BREAK THE SLIENCE;Y







APPLAUSE;Y

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