26 April 2010

It will come soon

You asked me to tell the truth. I wish I can tell you the truth. I wish I can tell you that I miss you so bad. I wish I can tell you that all these nonsense feelings are killing me. But I won't tell you the truth. I'm not a weak girl. But it's hard to be strong, b.

I saw you in my dream lastnight. 

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