fighting on the breath, wheres the oxygen.
tell me what to do. do i just let go, for you to be happy, or to follow my heart.
was at the hospital with dad. this nurse was pushing this pantry trolley serving milo, for patients waiting at the waiting area. she served my dad and some others and whet on asking others. voice appeared breaking the busy pace of the waiting ares. " missy! wu tiger bo? " without hesitation he became the areas' main attraction. i nearly broke up into laughter. nurse replied " nor koon chia wa lai zho missy eh, em si lai buay tiger eh hor " ( the hospital hired her as a nurse, not a beergirl. meters away i can smell her irritation.
i miss you.
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