Hold on to the truth in your heart.

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.Saturday, May 8, 2010 ' 10:58 PM Y

You're welcome, ___.
You have no idea how much i wish to either write you a letter, msg you, or start a convo with you.
I really feel damn guilty whenever i know you arent doing good, but all i do is to watch from a distance.
I'll willingly come up to you, and listen out to you too.
But i'm afraid of its consequences.
Imissyou, yknow.

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