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Tuesday, April 26, 2011

On the way to Mandai now
Not feeling a single bit of sadness within me but I might cry if I see my dad cries because I know how much he wishes my grandmother can never die

Family members trying to pretend they have never left my life
Spare me the act, you have never bothered for the past 10 years, so why start now

I expect we'll only meet when death happens

Until then, don't bother pretending and get on with life

Xoxo



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I lead so many lives that I think I'm only trying to fool myself