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Sunday, December 18, 2011

Angel,

这次的离开让我清楚发现，我不想去巴黎，不是怕也不是烦。只是因为我爱 Joe。不想管是对的错的，不想管未来是否会辛苦，我只想与他地老天荒，白头到老。

枫

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Charl: i wanna ski down a high high mountain, (without falling), feeling the cold breeze on my face. let the snowflakes swipe pass my face, just like past memories.. most fly by me, without me realising.. they go behind me, gone forever, for good. as each snowflake melts to the warmth of my skin, they turn into tiny water droplets, seeping through my skin, providing me with moisture. they're part of me, carried around my body, through every vein, to every body part. then, every part of me will remember you. they might not recognise your face, your voice, your tone, but they will remember, there used to be you in my life. providing me the love i need, the touch i crave, the warmth i melt into. then i'll miss you, like a child missing her blanket. while all else are gone, every inch of me will still yearn for you, for you, and for you, who only lived in my past. who's merely nothing in my present life.

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