Time is running. Hour by hour,
day by day, until month by month. Every second time of mine, my feeling
hasn’t change. They still same. I guess, as the day goes by as soon you
know how I feel to you. But, looks like it doesn’t matter for you
anymore. You still with her and I still become like this. All I can do
is just smiling when I fly and just crying when I down. Isn’t it
unusual than usually?
May 18, 2012
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