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Girl On Queen Street


Saturday, August 18, 2007
Quote, Unquote.


Fuck it.
Fuck it.
Fuck it.
Fuck it.
Fuck it.


Sometimes i regret ever knowing you. Regret going to that unnecessary underaged party, dancing with that friend of yours, giving him my number, being introduced to you, giving you my number because of something you said, replying to your first messages, and entertaining the ones that followed, meeting you at Bedok that day, ever meeting you after that.
I don't regret falling in love with you. I don't regret being with you, it's another escapade i wouldn't want to miss out on.
It's just a feeling...



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