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I love you from the bottom of my devasted heart. [HimUp.]

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[Estratto]
Ciao, Himchan.
Non so neanche io il perchè ti sto scrivendo questa lettera. Sarà che mi manchi come manca l'acqua nel deserto.
Ti ricordi quando eravamo bambini, quando hai cercato di insegnarmi ad andare in bicicletta e io avevo paura? Tu mi dicevi sempre "Non ti preoccupare, ci sono io che ti sostengo, sono sempre qui con te."
Ecco, ora ho bisogno di te più che mai.
E, coincidenza, non ci sei.
{HimUp}Todos los derechos reservados

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