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Sunday, October 28, 2007

People think they know me..
People say they understand me..
People say they know how i feel..
People say this..
People say that..


but i dont think People know anything about me..
cuz all i hear from people is bull crap..


People pushed me..
People shoved me..
People think its funny..
People say hisham do this..
People say hisham do that..


But i dont feel its right to do that..





Those memories were sweet,
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