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Nurul Imma Wong
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    Thursday, February 12, 2009

    I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale
    I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,
    Lead her up the stairwell
    This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town,
    I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
    Now it's NEVER too late for you
    And your white horse, to come around
    i suddenly miss this special person so much. The only time i cud really have fun and be myself is with this person. I'm so glad i met you during the younger part of my life. U saw the worst in me (unfortunately) but u were still my bestest friend. god. i just cant describe how much i miss u. To our everlasting friendship!!
    tmrs the end of friendship week. i dunno what to say oready. HAHA. (the only thing in my head now is "I miss you.. I hate you for not meeting up.. I hate me for not meeting up ...") ok ok. i shall stop. goodnite!
    lurrve!


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