And everynight I miss you;I can just look up to rancid stars and the wrenched moon.
Saturday simply equates to town, Natasha, movie, slacking outside Ngee Ann City, walking aimlessly, complaining about the weather, bus rides, yakking away about our amazing non-existent appetites, giving the public a dose of our embarassing acts, drawing hearts out on each other, taking low>high shots, daily rants, having the camera dying on me.
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