yet you're always linger in my mind; shall i just delete it or back-up it to my external
which deep-in-some-where-i-do-not-know; but precious to me...
talking to you with the tear flowing always make me feel that 'm alive
not just a single creature that living in the blue room,
with little green blanket and the black curtain;
you always makes me want more from you! how cruel that you knew you couldn't be here
yet hopes are always given...
anyhow, your one sentence cured me. 'm now filled with thee blood and flesh which could hold me till the next time you appear.
imissyou.badly.you knew.medonotlikethis.
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