: 3:24 AM

To my Dearest tennis girls:

"Where do you go when you're lonely
Where do you go when you're blue
Where do you go when you're lonely
I'll follow you

Laughing with your pretty mouth
Laughing with your broken eyes
Laughing with your lover's tongue
In a lullaby

When the stars go blue."

Suddenly overwhelmed by an unusual sadness.
That the tennis girls'll be separated at the end of this year.
No more milo with pearls, no more retarded jokes at the back of the hall,
crazy training sessions(make every shot a power shot!, powerrangers),
mugging together in the concourse/canteen,bitching about retarded looking people..
so many memories.
no stayover'll ever top ours=)

i love you girls..
and when the stars go blue,
i know i can always rely on one of you to turn em' back to shining yellow=)

And to you,
we still have to run to the end of the race,
together.

Samantha
BOSS

Eug Faith Sarah Sophil Wen


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