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28 March 2010 8:24 AM
Our minds play sweet mix-and-match

Yes I miss my friends.

THIS reminds me of my girlfriends. THIS reminds me of lazy Saturday afternoons with nothing but the soaring blue skies and lush green underfoot, us sprawled in a circle chatting away with melting smores on bangled hands.

Life is what we make of it, but naively I still wish it wasn't so eminent; almost everything else has to take a backseat. And yes I know, there's no one else to confront except for myself, for how I make of it.


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