Wake me up. Not with sweet kisses and tight hugs... Wake me up in violent convulsions... Wake me up from this selfish slumber... I have been complaining too much that I forgot to count my blessings. I have been looking at myself for too long, and that I only see my reflection in you. I have been too busy asking God why I always suffer that I overlooked you... In awe, I am seeing you now... You are my gift. A testament to God's power of creation. I am not the prize, rather I am a compliment to your perfection.
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Beautiful, Yeng... You really do have a way with words. :D And you look amazing in the picture too...:p
I wore a makeshift wrung shirt. I'm down with zilch savings. Hence, the torn shirt ;p
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