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Sunday, February 25, 2007
i wish mr bennet's bodyguard cum good friend, whatever his name is could take a part of my memory away from me.
because it's the truth that i dont wanna know.
i wish it's possible to know but thats impossible bkoz i aint a claire bennet.
if i'm a claire bennet, i would die after knowing and then be back up n kicking again and contented that i knew how it's like to hurt till you die.
and then i would ask that guy to erase all the catastrophe away. only the catastrophe and nothing else...
i wonder if the rest of virgos think too much like moi.
i cant help it. but i really wish that guy exists after all.
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3:44 PM