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peishi
cross country, track
17. 31may
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(My new very gorgeous Simpsons theme & binary dinosaur skin: ooh they actually blend!)

Forlorn as i am, i hence thereby declare the start of this everlasting war! Focus, focus focus! The abounding flux of emptiness suffocates me till my thick eyebrows. School papers mundane bus rides home eyes on book, where's the love beings! With every single runner of team ATHLETICS, every mate of 4J just orbiting, like a door left ajar (talking about astronomy, there'll be an eclipse tonight!:D)

The obsession for running into the night has left me nothing but a dark mark! Dark as the night was along with the tinge of fatigue creeping all over from all that huffle & puffle, it did nothing to deprive me from sneaking a second look at hunk at the bus stop that night- his chic sweat shirt completing his appealing features like a full oval. Then, he imploded that scene by UNZIPPING HIS PANTS & PEEING ON THE POOR PATCH OF CRUMBLING GRASS!
Puke-z, i'm cursed for life.

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