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Saturday, January 15, 2011 - 10:32 PM
I sat there for an hour thinking deeply and hard with filled with our laughter... Then I just remembered that our days are coming soon. but where are your promises? Where are your promises to me where you promise you'd still be with me by then? Where you would still hugged me as tight as the past, where you would hold my hand till the sun burns out, where you would pick me up whenever and where ever I fell?
I am afraid. I am scared. I hate it. I need you now..

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