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fiction: July 2009
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This blog is just for me to express my crappy imagination. Do visit my real blog. Friday, July 10, 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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fiction: October 2009
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This blog is just for me to express my crappy imagination. Do visit my real blog. Thursday, October 8, 2009. The sheepish smile that the sun made was pretty enchanting to every eyes that were gazing at her. Indeed, it was an unbearable beauty that caused the other stars in the galaxy to fume with such jealousy. I can do nothing but to just. 8216; Aren’t you just being plainly selfish to treasure this beautiful twilight on your own my love? Saturday, October 3, 2009. Written by sara lisa.
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fiction: the perfect beauty
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This blog is just for me to express my crappy imagination. Do visit my real blog. Thursday, October 8, 2009. The sheepish smile that the sun made was pretty enchanting to every eyes that were gazing at her. Indeed, it was an unbearable beauty that caused the other stars in the galaxy to fume with such jealousy. I can do nothing but to just. 8216; Aren’t you just being plainly selfish to treasure this beautiful twilight on your own my love? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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fiction: love story
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This blog is just for me to express my crappy imagination. Do visit my real blog. Friday, July 10, 2009. July 13, 2009 at 1:45 AM. Beautiful story ever :). August 1, 2009 at 1:03 PM. August 2, 2009 at 12:19 AM. August 13, 2009 at 4:02 AM. I miss this story :). September 10, 2009 at 4:05 AM. Ur writings , peh! September 10, 2009 at 5:23 AM. Haha whats up with that. September 14, 2009 at 8:01 AM. January 31, 2012 at 2:53 AM. This comment has been removed by the author. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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fiction: truth to bear
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fiction: love
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fiction: September 2009
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fiction: fiction
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This blog is just for me to express my crappy imagination. Do visit my real blog. Tuesday, March 9, 2010. The young boy's name was Matthew Spark. By nature , he was honest, fragile , virtuous and full of love. So young, so fresh, yet so discriminating. Almost too good to be true. Curiosity was anywhere closed to me. My heart beats so fast that it might skipped a few beats. I wonder if he had the wrong person. That isn't my name. Or is it? How can i not know my own name? Wh where . am . i? Curiosity kills...
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fiction: March 2010
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This blog is just for me to express my crappy imagination. Do visit my real blog. Tuesday, March 9, 2010. The young boy's name was Matthew Spark. By nature , he was honest, fragile , virtuous and full of love. So young, so fresh, yet so discriminating. Almost too good to be true. Curiosity was anywhere closed to me. My heart beats so fast that it might skipped a few beats. I wonder if he had the wrong person. That isn't my name. Or is it? How can i not know my own name? Wh where . am . i? Curiosity kills...
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