Break My Fall

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Sunday, September 17, 2006

Your eyes tells me that you do
My heart skipped 1240343285 beats

So what is love, really. Will we realise it when it is here? What if we don't, will we just let it slip by? What will happen if it just slips by?

Siewling, you better not slip okay. Please dont? You will be bruised ): I miss you, my Wife! (once again inspired by WZX) Seeyou tomorrow!

Not all questions are asked to be answered

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