As I stare blankly out of the windows of the moving train, looking at the drenched world out there. I came to realise that I have forgotten the feeling of being in love... the heart palpitations, the joy at watching her smile, the long hugs and soft kisses...
Its cold inside. And it might be better that way.
Its cold inside. And it might be better that way.
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Sigh, the rain-effect.
Cheer up, dear
Chern, I am ok lah...
Mag, who are you?
Just Mag.
:)
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