I dreamed of you and we were talking while walking there. And just like the past conversations we had in the past, our conversations weren't awkward, you didn't make it awkward, you're the only one i know who could converse with me without getting awkward. How could our conversations now be so opposite from the ones we had before. It's sad. Come back, I miss you.
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PoetryI will try my best to vent my randomness and frustrations here instead of twitter hahaha. I hope this helps. As long as my thoughts keep flowing, this shall not have its ending :)
