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Monday, March 29, 2010


It reminds me of the past.
I know it happened in the past, but it was so long ago that I can hardly recollect clearly without any prompting. It feels so surreal, and as if it didn't happen before.

It was a nice dream where I have found what I thought I have always been searching.
But I knew it was not. I indulged nonetheless.

Regret? Definitely
But I cherish the remains, though it is not like what it is supposed to be anymore.

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