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That we meet in our middle way,
on our way back down to earth.

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Pamela 11071995

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?

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Saturday, September 19, 2009
Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's vulnerable. Impossible.

Share with me the blankets that your wrapped in
Because its cold outside cold outside its cold outside
Share with me the secrets that you kept in
Because its cold inside cold inside its cold inside

And your slowly shaking finger tips
Show that you're scared like me so
Let's pretend we're alone
And I know you may be scared
And I know we're unprepared
But I don't care

Mr Seah got us to rate our match with Dunman today.
A being reach potential or something, Idk.
C being average.
And "E is fucked up".
Yes fucked up was how he described our match with Chung Cheng yesterday.

Mrs Chua got me to stay back after class once.
I apologised, I was sincere about it.
But she continued talking, and called herself a "fucking bitch".

Teachers man, teachers.
Role models right.
SHUT THE F UP.

We got punished at Dunman today.
30 push ups + 22 mins push up position + 7-15 mins run around the court.
Match was tiring, I survived on a small bar of chocolate.
Idk what the final score is.

Fell flat on my bed after lunch.
Drag myself to tuition.
Pizza hut for dinner, mmmm.

Muscles aching.

Cut.