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Jul 2019
Waking up in the middle of the night
Looking for my plushie and holding it so tight
It's weird..
My eyes don't want to sleep

Whoops.
I see his appearance. Disguised.

How could it be?
Why did all i see was his appearance in the middle of the night?

Ahh..
There is something i've never told him before he left.
All i wanna say is thank you. Thank you for existing. Thank you for took a part of my journey. Thank you for making a tears streaming down my face.
Written by
Monica  F/Indonesia
(F/Indonesia)   
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