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i'll never let go
Tuesday, May 11, 20101:14 PM

dearest s,

i really dont wish to feel like this anymore. i really dont. i cant explain the feeling.
do take it all away from me.

i was indeed surprise seeing you standing at the office door while i was doing closing and when i question you, you question me back. so typical of you :)
i had a great time.

i tend to think positively as its the only thing that makes me happy even though it may not be true.
all i need is happiness as i have gone through all kind of shits, and it seems so hard these days.
but i stand to what i believe even though i know i am the only one standing.

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