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Monday, January 24, 2011
sometimes, crying does help, it relieves us of some load off our chest and makes us feel much better... so don't refrain from crying dear friends... if you need my shoulder, just give me a call ya? i will keep my phone close to me these days...promise... cos heavy burdens aren't supposed to be shouldered alone... the more you suppress it, the more tormented you'll feel... though it's not much of help, but if you need a listening ear, i'll be more than happy to be there... don't keep it all to yourself...
Journey through this phase of my life @ |{1:51 AM|
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