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Sunday, April 21, 2013

That something which is hard to gain, easy to lose.
Trust.

I can't tell why since the day I'm with you
Things showing up out of nowhere 
Things of yours. Things of hers. Things of you both shared.

Why do I always feel like we wouldn't get rid of it
It's haunting

Bad times
I'm back then. Back to then.


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