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Sunday, April 16, 2006
Holding back all the tears,
Praying everyday,
Wishing you will turn and look at me in a different way.
However, im giving up.
Many years of waiting,
Wondering when will you love me again.
I guess you will never feel the same aymore.
It's time to get you out of my heart.
But you know what, i sitll have this small hope in me.
That one day you will return...
{/11:42 AM}
count on it .