Thursday, May 20, 2010

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you always treat me like a plate, which you can fall it down then you fix it then you fall it (again), you fix (again), you fall it down (again, again, again, and again) till the brokeness getting worst and you'll realize that you don't have ability anymore to fix it because the plate now become PIECES.

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