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He is not healthy for my mental health. He roams my mind wildly without even trying. He turns me on only with a single "Hello". He is a distraction eventho his not around. My whole space of mind seems to be occupied by his existence. He is the major character of my fantasy. He is my oxygen , the one i need to keep on living. He is who u think he is.
"He is without a slightest hint of doubt, the most exquisite and perfect specimen of a man." - this is what exactly she thinks when everytime he looks directly into her eyes. And somehow along with that thought, she will find herself lost in her own la~la~la~la~nda.And the same thought has been repeating itself for quite sometime now. (=
p/s: Altho sometime he can be a huge clinging hemorrhoids right between my two fluffy meats. (=
Meanwhile,
On the other side of the white picket fence of the well-groomed mansion,
Sometime she can be lucidly incapable of absorbing the random inexplicable information that hungrily sliding through her ear tunnel,let alone adopting herself to the hectic yet acceptable atmosphere around her when her brain is willingly allowing the unnecessary substance that she purchased discreetly down the street. Chemical mixture can be such a black shining disco ball ass. *the meaning of this honey-coated story may vary under different level of thinking and direct perceptions*
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Kadang2 bile dia rasa hidup dunia nie da against die,mule la dia rase gelisah tapi bile die tengok bersamuMu kat tv3, baru die rase cam "ya allah,bersyukurnye aku dengan pemberianMu" tapi lepas tu bile die tukar channel E , mule la die rase mengelupur semacam "fak ahhhh..asal aku tak bole jadi cam deorang..kemak betol!!"
"Oh! Dunia ini sungguh unfair , So jgn jadi saiko ok?" - dw
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