I sense that terrible death.

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Syazana. avid worrier; over thinker; trouble maker; music addict; highly nostalgic; trapped in a body with a knack for being more than meets the eye.
Bukit Panjang Govt. High School, Year Four

Friday, March 20, 2009

I look up to the people who keep on dancing
even after the music has stopped, because those
are the people who will keep on
trying even after all hope is lost.