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Friday, November 25, 2011

Eighty-five


The path that we used to walk,
already full with dry leaves..
The night air saturated with our flying words,
have turn into an empty box..
The light heart-warming atmosphere,
are no longer exist..

Did you even realize that i've change ?

i might not forget about you..
or one day everyone will forget me..
i just miss everything about us..

I'm scared of being a 'lost friend' .

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