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See, it hurts me to tell you this
But it kills me to keep it inside
Saturday, November 15, 2008 / 3:06 AM

I should sleep now.
I felt so freaking tired today.
Or rather, yesterday.
Reached home at 12.40am.
My eyelids are heavy.
I'm going to let them rest.
I just realised that the punctuation marks cannot be seen
For this new font i'm using.
Maybe i should change the font.
If i can find another nice one, that is.

Lying in my bed,
I hear the clock ticking.
Caught up in circles,
Confusion is nothing new.



3:06 AM
Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure.