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| Friday, September 12, 2008 |
At times, when it rains during work,
There will be a flash back of you.
Walking down the stairs,
pretending that you need an umbrella to cross over to the other side of town,
when your motive was to pass me the cough sweets.
But after all it left was a doubt to where are we now.
You choosed your path while I took mine.
Swings, macdonal breakfast, night safari, clubs, Ikea, Lot 1, staying over,
It all ended last christmas.
If you still do read my blog,
if you're clever enough to notice the invisible entry.
I just want to thank you for the short memories we once shared.
Hope you're doing fine and cutting down on your drinking.
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| 1:35 AM |
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