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Tuesday, August 30, 2005


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i would like to tribute
this entry to my guitar

haha yes i sound retarded rite
who cares

haha yupp thx guitarr..
whenever im down or in the F-all mood
she nv fails to cheer me up..
yaa den i feel v bad
kip breaking strings
yeahhh
the babe nv lets me down
whether its 3 am in the morning
or juz in the lazy afternoon
she'll be dere

yupp thx guitar..!
great having u around =D

IM NOT OKAYYY
PEACE



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