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I so believe that I lead a mundane life.
February 22, 2005
i miss you.
the old cheerful you.
the bubbly you.
the one whom seem to be free from worries.
the one who crapped with me everytime.
the one who's smile is warm enough to melt the thickest ice on earth.
yet, the one im missing is gone.
long gone.
there isnt such a person on this planet anymore.
someone so close, grew to be such a stranger.
i'll keep e gd memories of you,
and forget the rest.
i will not wallow in self pity anymore.
i will not cry to bed anymore.
but i will still miss the someone.
the one that was gone, and i hope she'll be back.
but i dont know if it'll be a futile wait.
for she's no longer there, nor around anymore.
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