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Saturday, March 20, 2004 3/20/2004 12:27:00 am


sigh.. each passing days.. i'm feeling totally awful.. simply awful.. times and again.. beneath my rib.. my heart hurt..... totally.. trying to keep myself occupied.. but to no vail.. sigh.. regretted applying this job.. totally.. isn't what i expected.. why?! does things turn out bad? man... how do i overcome it?! need some help here... i'm going to break down soon.... feeling totally.. weak..





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