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.Tuesday, March 18, 2008 ' 8:59 PM Y
Sitting in that blue chair, alone.
Wind, blowing hard on me.
I can simply feel my heart beating fast.
Making big laps, one after another.
My body felt weak and there's butterflies in my stomach.
I just can feel it.
Urgh!
I'm nervous. I was.
and I was hoping and praying hard that eventually,
everything's going to be alright.
I know, it will.
I just need patience and tolerance.
Bare with it, liyana..
Bare with it..





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