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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating

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hiirah-Mahiirraahh, 05/08/1991
Loves Sushi&Chocolate. I'm a fan of Purple/Red/Yellow.

I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?
— Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

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Monday, September 22, 2008
Time Machine

I've been thinking this morning that why there is no time machine that we can go to the past that we wan to remember or spent the last time with our family members before they got sick and before say farewell... OH GOD if there's a time machine i wan to spent my last time with my grandfather day and nite no sleep before the time runs out... lyke an hourglass but i wan more then a hourglass...Even if i got a sickness that nvr will be cured at that time i would want to bulid a time machine and go back time to my healthy life back and play wiz my frens...If my Grandfather hadn't been gone now he already sees me how big i am now i wish that would happen...Even though he scolded me more i feel the missing sometimes...And the trip to Kampong always...Ever Since grandfather got sick the sadness grows...grandfather were in the hospital for 18 days then discharged then on the day that discharge he was sent to the hospital back the next morning, the hospital called that he has passed away...If there's only a time machine...
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay