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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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[EDIT]: Ok. post is quite vulgar. So self-censor if necessary, my innocent friends!"WE'LL GET OUR GOLD BITCHES. KICK THEIR BEEPING ASS. (How funny is that! Their ass is beeping. Or maybe their ass should be singing. Singing asses. We're all singing asses, singing our ass off to get that Gold. How ironic.)" That was two days ago. Today, when going to VCH to get the results (btw I am so fucking glad I went to VCH to get the results PERSONALLY it felt so much MUCH MUCH better). I was sitting with Mark and Huilun, holding each other's hands DAMN DAMN TIGHT. And I swear that moment went in slow motion. And I know FOR A FACT it happened the same way for all of us there. "Catholic Junior College. Gold -" CHEER. " - With HONOURS." OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED FUCK FUCK FUCK. SCREAMING AND CHEERING AND GRABBING SHIRTS (sorry about the shirt thing mark) and the CRYING OH THE CRYING. Good Job Choirchoir! (: Our HARD WORK as paid off, and my capslock won't switch OFF. GO SLEEP GO REST YOUR VOICES AND GO GET THOSE GOLD BALLOONS YO. *does Jauchzet dance* |