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"UNDER THAT THING.."
A while of unwildered time that escapes me to what i suppose to do. Never did I imagine that I, a teenager (almost old and adult, and rottened) have no love to look back whenever i write things on my old but blue glittery diary heart shaped notebook. ELEMENTARY: I never knew on my 3rd grade that he will be my friend, but never I remembered it how did I fell for him. Nicko, my first true love. A nice man on the wall of my dark pink room that glances off with his big but beautiful eyes.HIGH SCHOOL: Even in my senses could never see the man of my life. Never I suppose. But there came a boy, Hmm. I always thought of a thing that makes me fall about another thing. Since then