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P.S. I LOVE YOU

Friday, August 10, 2007

- a piece from a novel, p.s.i love you

She wished all her memories could be of the good times, but the bad times kept coming back to haunt her. They had all been a waste of time. And nobody told them that they were short on time.Then there were her happy days, when she would walk around in a daydream with nothing but a smile on her face, catching herself giggling as she walked down the street when a joke of theirs would suddenly pop into her head. That was her routine. She would fall into days of deep dark depression, then finally build up the strength to be positive and to snap out of it for another few days. But the tiniest and simplest thing would trigger off her tears again. It was a tiring process, and most of the time she couldn't be bothered battling with her mind. It was far stronger than any muscle in her body....

when there was me & youu

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