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Sunday, January 4, 2009
What I felt for the past few days was something that i couldn't elaborate on.
It was somehow hard to forget, the days that we spent time with each other,
the cuddles that we had when we were together. It was somewhat special to me.
The kisses that we made, The hugs that we take.
Those were the days.
I'm sorry if I've hurt you too much.
I really miss you, and i can't imagine what life is gonna be with me away.
Just look at the moon when you miss me, and you will know that I'll be right there looking
right back at you(:

pupununu^^ you're still the best i ever had((:





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