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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

WHOA.
one moment i was wondering why our paths nv meet.
the next minute i looked up, you were there.
TSK.
den you left.
there i was trying to stomach the fact that i saw you,
you appeared again.
FREAKY.
the times our paths meet.
that time,
over at marina, despite the crowd, we found each other.

SHIT.
it doesnt matter.
IT DOES NOT MATTER.
YES, IT DOES NOT MATTER.

they say time heal.
no.
memories and emotions came rushing back,
BUT.
hey, its over.
denial.
HAHHA.
you are like the beautiful stranger that i can not hold.
y? too beautiful.
what is the use?!
we pretend to be strangers.
we know better.
if only, if only.



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