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CHRISTINE

IS

BLESSED WITH GOOD FRIENDS


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&BONJOUR!
BABY, ITS A LOVE-HATE AFFAIR,
(AND YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND). (:

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I'll hang from your lips instead of the gallows 
of heartache that hang from above


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Christine Danielle Teo
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Saturday, April 18, 2009
12:39 PM

"Do you know what I touch here?" she said, laying her hands, one upon the other, on her left side.
"Yes, ma'am." (It made me think of the young man.)
"What do I touch?"
"Your heart."
"Broken!"
She uttered the word with an eager look, and with strong emphasis, and with a weird smile that had a kind of boast in it. Afterwards, she kept her hands there for a little while, and slowly took them away as if they were heavy.
"I am tired," said Miss Havisham. "I want diversion, and I have done with men and women. Play."

It fascinates me what love can do to one. Yet when its all over, you look back and the only thing that comes to your mind is; how stupid.
Yes, how stupid. Luckily for me, its all over.. because you found me, and i've got you.


I saw her pass among the extinguished fires, and ascend some light iron stairs, and go out by a gallery high overhead, as if she were going out into the sky.

Christine
12:39 PM