Wednesday, April 26, 2006
When love died, slightest mistake can explode. When love died, there is no longer a place in the heart. This happens when the heart turn so cold and forgiving seems almost impossible. I was just called a bastard.. yesh if i was two timing. Now i get to know the power of dissapproval. It really shows how much love is.
Love is a measure of
money,
common profits.
it sounded so coporate.
When the CEO does a bad job, he is simply fired.
The company will then black-mark him. I was bastard-ized.
jjia leaving skool at 6:26 PM
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