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Sunday, October 19, 2008

i miss you.
miss walking under the moonlight.
miss chatting with you bout anything under the moon.
miss the way you try to persuade me to acc. you eat.
miss the way we walk as though the road belong to us.

dont bring me to heaven if you intend to drop me at the peak.

9:58 PM