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Monday, August 13, 2007
; 12:09 PM
He woke up and realised.
He dreamt of her last night.
In his mind he thought.
"It felt so real. Wasn't she beside me?"
His mind felt dead.
Without an appetite at all.
Ignored his parents.
Isolated himself in his room.
Sat down on the chair.
Looked out of the window.
Dazing at the beautiful white clouds.
Thoughts of her spun through his head.
He can't control it.
All he could see now is HER.
Every single features of her.
Every single memory spent with her.
He's not letting her go.
He LOVES her.
He really does.
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