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Saturday, September 5, 2009


The rain didn't stopped today. The whole yard was soak with acid rain. It was cold. It would have felt so good to drift into a deep sleep but I was more absorbed into something. Time is running out, yet it felt as though I have the power to declare when the deadline would be over.

I've been thinking... and forcing myself not to think. I realized so many things that I unconsciously did which I misunderstood. So many mistakes were made these past few weeks. I'm an amateur.

I cleaned my tidy drawers today. Very briefly. I saw Joyce's first letter for me. I read the letter. So many questions ran inside my head after.
"Would she write again?" the best question I could remember.
It's been a month since she received my response. I wonder if I'm worth writing a letter with.

I could not produce a definite answer. Maybe I know it deep inside me. I just don't want to believe it.
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