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Jun 2015
One day, I will be the one who searching for you at 7:10 a.m.
I will be sad if I don't see your face.
After i reach 4th floor, my friend tell me that there you are. I turn to look at you but suddenly I fall.
I fall right in front of you.
I wish my face turn red but who can stop it, right?
Rassy
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Rassy  Malaysia
(Malaysia)   
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