Don't run.

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Sometimes I just wanna hide, cos it's you I miss

Of those misses since you've been away.

Those crappy nights I've been having landed me in Sentosa suntanning away with Mich bestie. Those tram rides, fish and crab hunting (srsly more like killing), sleeping away under the scorching heat, swimming in the very clean pool, having drinks after drinks and bites at Cafe Del Mar (Idea, that place), luge rides and spastic laughters + vodka at white dog. Scratch your head if you must. We got so high, so high. <3

Of those times jerks who are dead on breaking hearts
Keeping track of you and me
You see this road ahead of us girl,
It's only so dull
But it makes a perfect picture with you and I.(:

Chin up! Everyone's here to help you. You know I'm talking to you :D

♥