Prolog ~

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Dear Diary..

Raindrops knocking gently on my window on this cold day... I've always liked the cold breeze

is it because the wind hits me with the memories of him and me...

the cold air, the warmth I never had

if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't sense the colors of life,

yet somehow it's once again cold, in that heart I called home

it's all blue and gray

one day.. I will stop falling in love with him

one day I hope.. someone will like me the way I do

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