I don't like to play games, so maybe I should end this, because something might get broken, and it just might be my heart.
But knowing me, I might just continue to trod on, unmindful of my pride, ever so fooled by vanity.
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A sentimental thought, even after 12 hours of torture, err, exams. My fingers are disfigured from writing non-stop, and I have a splitting head ache not even 2 capsules of Advil can alleviate. If there is one thing on my mind (aside from the pesk that's residing in my Yahoo! Messenger buddy list) is whether I would pass the exams with some dignity left.
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