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appreciate
silence.

here i am. late at night. i was so late as i was in the hospital. fret not. its not me. its my friend, mervin. oh. he broke his wrist. bad thing. nevermind. he's gonna be operated tomorrow. he would be fine then. speedy recovery, dude! alright. day was that bad. not very happening. (ah, not happening.)not very plain. but seem like something is amiss. so amiss that it doesnt make me feel whole. probably a routinely thing that i want to do. feel like a part of me is slice off. i guess i will make it up someday. hopefully tomorrow. then ill feel better. A void in my heart and soul that needs to be filled.



Spinning..
SteelHeart - She's Gone.

stamp'd 01:44

Sunday, September 26, 2004