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11:56 PM
feeling sad now.just feel like letting it out somewhere.but i dun wan write the content....i strongly believe i did n said nth wrong.nvm ... i m just spouting nonsense. i feel so affected.i shld get back to my maths, sleep early for tmr's paper
