Tuesday, August 30, 2011

I miss my yestrdays,I live my 2days,n I wait for my 2mrws;I crib abt minute probs,I cry on smal wounds, n I feel sad if I'm lonely;Bt I love my life, I don't regret on wat happnd,n I don't feel bad 4 makin those mistaks in d past;It may be sets of million contrstin mmnts tat consist my life, bt I love n adore each of 'em;Cuz each passin mmnt brins me 2 face a new side of life, n unfoldin these s jus so worth d effrt.

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