i've striked out one of my wishes -





















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eyesbags seem to be a friend of mine, though my powder helps me to conceal it.



can i say i like math now? without being spat on now.
5hours seem to do the trick i guess before you sing out loud, "baby, please releasee me"

[ the following is up to individual critique ]




tia prances round and round her room.
hair brush in on hand, book in another. her mother screams and she has no choice but to yell
"I'M COMING MUMMY!"
musing inwardly, that she had been out of the house for the past 7days since 8am-8pm.
yawning and rubbing her makeup-less face she grabs her phone and leaves again.
walking seems like waltzing through water in a myraid of colours.
the day flys pass her fingers like buttter, but she doesn't stop.
she wants to get into this small little ice box and be warm.
un-contactable from the world, oblivious to her messy hair, to be-voluptuous body shape,additional math tys, and everything to be left unsaid.
then open up like a butterfly, unhurt filled with rapture and time stands still.




-changi airport at 8am(:












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5things i never though i will do.
1. sleep outside t.b plaza bk with a maths problems all over my face.
2. almost let out a snort in the train while my head was lolling around.
3. let a okay-so-cute guy paint my face and arm& get public transport home.
4. not say even 1 vulgarity out loud through out the day.
5. stay a staunch believer that i dont suck at amath.





















6* -ilove my family. to bits.

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