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29 July 2012 03:27

A. K.

I hope no one remembers the existence of this blog. I hope no one visits this blog anymore.

It's 3.22 AM on  a Sunday... I was listening to some songs which then brought me to D'Masiv's Di Antara Kalian. That songs brings alot of nostalgia.

Where ever you are, I still miss you every once in a while. You still appear in my dreams every now and then. And sometimes I have the urge to just send you a text. But I don't remember your number. And neither do I want to end up in a situation I don't want to be in. So I don't.

I still miss you, first love.

You're with her now. And I'm seeing him. You're you now and I'm me. We're different from who we were years ago. But I still miss you. You've left so much of an impact in me. You took a part of me with you. But you didn't know.

I miss you. I hope you're doing fine.









Nisa, 18, Republic Poly
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