You left my heart palpitating, thumping at alarming rates.
Your words seemed so gentle, but yet they're like thunderstorms, raining torrents on me while I etched each word and engraved it into my mind.
I dreamt of fairytales --- knights and castles; princesses flopping down their endless trail of hair; true love's kiss... And your one powerful word tangled my dreams, popping it like a prick in a balloon, leaving me to smile in shame, wondering why I even dreamt in the very beginning.
I want you to say you've made a mistake, that you're sorry, and you didn't mean your words at all. I'm here; arms wide, ready to embrace your misinterpretations, hoping against hope that you're on your way.
That I'm not a princess this aint a fairytale
I'm not the one to swept off her feetlead her up the stairwell
This isn't Hollywood this is a small town
I was a dreamer before you went let me down
Now its too late for you and your white horse to come around
- White Horse (Taylor Swift)

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CAMP WAS FUNNNNNNNNN :D
We had loads of slack time, gossips were flung everywhere, words tumbled out from many people jumbling up into a crinkled smile bonding us as one. Laughter was strewn along with our towels and at the same time...there was this hard, cold-stricken floor that is decorated with strands of hair, making it disgustingly difficult to sleep comfortably.
This year 209 seems bonded, and I'll upload pictures another time.
Plus, thanks minggy & jincheng for the wonderful lunch *winks & grins*

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