It's Friday, dut.
I can not get through the day without feeling lonely.
but there's one thing that makes me you.
rain.
dut, when we met, rain is always there.
The first day, when we don't know each other, the rain came with it's drizzle.
The first day of our road, Monas, which made me traumatized, come home with rain.
You and I got sick the next day: p
the following days, you may list themselves deh :)
every Friday rain loh.
I don't know how at your place.
Here's raining.
rain brought a million memories for me.
take a million songs I can't listen if she didn't come.
He also brought our memories, dut.
where are you now?
still remember me?
who's someone help you through the days?
I don't know what story to tell to the rain.
he's already become the best friends of my life.
when you didn't exist here, when you just came in fit your needs,
there's always raining, dut.
for some reason he is very loyal to accompany me :))
This March 8, meaning that a month after the incident - 2013.
Lots of my love, xx.
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