He knew that.
He had been hurt too.
But all he could think about this time was how to avoid hurting her.
So much so that he became vulnerable.
To him she was different.
She was a risk worth taking.
But as she walked away from him that night,
he made a vow to lock his heart up.
Where nobody would feel its beat again.
That is, if he could piece the broken pieces together again.
HAHA inspiration from rancous.blogspot.com
the above is a style of writing dat has become synonymous to dat blog..... wana read more stuff lidat go visit andrew leongs blog.... sum of them are reli creative, like the one titled coloursareirrelevant.... i reli hope ur writing for the fun of it and not cause u reli feel lidat, andrew, because
anyways simon left KL today.... every1s gone their separate ways again... last nite we went asia cafe..... again....... to play foosball.... if u haf no idea wad foosball is, dis is it.....

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