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title: part 2...
date: Saturday, March 29, 2008
time: 9:24 PM
Today, woke up late... did not attend talk. Went to meet the teacher with mum? haha... waited 30mins. Cried throughout the session which last for mine... 45min. She said to Ms Toh she ALWAYS encourage me. But she never before. Share a story that i shared before in this blog. Primary 3 after sports day, played basketball with friends for thirty minutes only. Mum came to school and couldn't find me teacher search WHOLE school couldn't find me too. Ran to school gate saw her follow her home. When we reach home, she used the cane and cane me till red blood stripes appear on my limbs. From that day on she let me think that this world is violent and is needed for me to fight for freedom. Yesterday night spended it crying and spamming 1 box of tissue. This morning swollen till can't see my eyelid. o.O Still can't see it now ><


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