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Sunday, July 11, 2010 9:14 PM

it feels so strange, i don't know how the dinner is gonna be like, but i know it's not as real as it should be, or rather, used to be. because i still feel a wall of sorts, a barrier, between us.

which is myself.

dreamt





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