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Saturday, May 3, 2008'♥

i was keeping my stuff today.

as clichéd as it sounds, a photo of us fell out of a book.

i picked it up.



it just started flooding back.



she didnt die dramatically.

she just....lay on the bed.

the next thing i knew, she was gone.



for all this time, i never really thought that she was gone.

it was only till now, did i realise that she was.... dead.

dead.

gone.

forever.

since her death, i never really cried for her.

but when i took up that picture, i couldn't help it.

it just all came out.

the emotions.

the anger.

the sadness.

everything.



our love.

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