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Nesaar,18 click on the numbers on your left,2 navigate..thank u< I bled to know you are there I bled to make you mine
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Sunday, October 19, 20087:40 AM
helo helo.. im back aft quite some time.. was damn busy with Climbaprix.. but it turn out 2 b grt.. realli great. but of coz..thr were cock ups. but it was gd though..without it no1 can improve.. soo yea..learnt frm mistakes.. well nw plannin 4 1st Nov..thr is an event at cherschire Home.. haha 1st tyme im plannin such an event..dun realli noe hw 2.. but im thinkin n plannin... i hope i wont let down my club..coz my whole club is down for the event.. hmm.. ok..n Climbaprix..i competed oso.. i climbe lyk shit.. i culd haf won it..gosh.. im sooo weak.. finger strenght all gone..shit... hmm.. but Arshad and Ashraf won it..im happi 4 dem..they realli gd climbers.. i gonna train myself realli hard..train wid e seniors.. den 2dae is sunday.. i stayed at hm e whole wen i supposed 2 b in religious class..but mom asked me 2 stay at hm n look aft grandmother as she haf urgent wk outside..damn bored at hm. hmm... haf 2 do report on post-climbaprix.. n haf 2 do program list for 1st nov.. hmm.. haha back 2 back events.. ok..gtg tc..
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Profile I bled so much, who would save me? Will you save me? Nesaar,18.. SP,1st Yr Mechanical Student Goin thru alot in sp.. great sch with alot activities..in rockclimbing..this is a small luv story abt this gerl.. I was once an angel, but you tore my wings apart. You leave me bleeding profusely. I shouted for help, but nobody could hear me. I tried to fix my wings and stop the blood, but I couldn't. I transform into a devil. Because of you. A few days later, you said sorry to me. You told me you love me. But I was a devil, You must be afraid. You said You are not afraid, and I said I love you. My wings still torn. Drips of blood still on the edges... I bled, for what. To love you. |