Twentysixthfebruary.

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Ain's shutterfly
Ain
Afiq
Asreen
Azimah
Maria
Yanie
Danial
Huda
Ili
Suliani
Yasmin The Storyteller

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005.

My Walk

a Tuesday, March 28, 2006 b

a fuck i shall give not.

he doesnt exist anymore. so dun call me tat. oh yes btw, had enuff of bein nice to others when they're like motherfuckers towards me. so fuck u n ur mother. dun even matter who u were, are or will be, in my life. if i got respect for u, lets keep it mutual if u want positive relations.

fuck apiz ilm. he's dead.

nah. it din take long.

hafeez.

post at 11:33 pm

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