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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

dear you. . .


dear boy
I know I’m not good at writing words, story, lyrics, or even poem. but all I do know is when I think of you there are many things I can write.

dear boy
It has been 3 years since we have met and none of the second in my life I have ever not thinking about you.

dear boy
I don’t want you to know me because I’m afraid. afraid of knowing the truth about how you feels about me. 

dear boy
Let me make you my dream man, because only by dreaming I can be happy with you.

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