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Sunday, September 19, 2010

blogged @11:19 AM

I am the cactus while my dear is the child. He choose to stick on to me even when i am depressed and hope see that i got out of my depression despite the fact that it is hurting him so much. I don noe what to say, but all i know is i will try my best to walk out of it. I feel hurt by the fact tt he is hurt. That's why the cactus cried....I love you, my dear<3

Me ♥