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Saturday, September 02, 2006

I hate it when my heart races so quickly
That it feels like it's gonna come out from my mouth
I hate it when my face turns as red as a tomato when I see you
And the worse part is that my face turns red unknowingly
And I only realise it when someone asks me
"Why is your face so red?"

Argh, it's so wrong
No more tripping
Slip out of it
Get a grip.



♥ 12:03 AM