A frail heart goes along with an emotional disturbances. When you're not around, the world seemed to be fallen apart. Things aren't flow good enough for me. Karma fade away. Happiness drifted away from my diary of life. My brain was exhausted with overloading thoughts of you. Yet my diary seemed to be empty like a perfect blank paper with no alphabat written on it. Not even one. My ink dried. I hope you would understand how much you were meant for me. Boy, you're magical.
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