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Jan 2014
The wind, it feels somehow really cold. When it touches your face. It leave you breathless and you know you should have protected your self and dressed better, cuz you know you end up having a cold. That's how love feels like when you taste the poison, it drown you down. You never know what going to happened. But suddenly everything change and your heart gets broken and you feel so cold
and that moment you know you should have protected yourself from the start.
Chimen
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