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Wednesday, December 14, 2005


I dreamt that both of us were in the toilet.
Somehow, I already knew that you were dead.
I touched your face and asked you whether you were dead.

You didnt answer. You smiled at me.
I wanted to tell you something, it was so urgent and important.

But I woke up before I could say I love you.

I had that same dream twice in a day.
Freaky.
And he's uncontactable.

♥Bid Farewell

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