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Wednesday, March 29, 2006
unconsciously i stayed up till 3, wonder y, isit the subconscious at work? i felt as though someone has carelessly smeared lemon on my heart, it feels soury n tightening at every memory.. cycling under the moonlight, gazing at the sky, the funny face that cheers me up, me begging to be piggybacked me when im tired n the goofy face when immediately replied yes, that silly grin when i make a bad suggestion, that perfume, the trademark smile, the comforting hug, that reassuring voice, the familiar bedtime stories, the encouragements... will i look back n regret? definately... but right now it seems like the right thing to do, i once promised myself that i would treasure n cherish, but did i really do it? i did, it was precious to me, it still is..

if i can have a wish: i wish barriers can be overcomed, happiness reinstate..

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