Saturday, 26 June 2010

it's my favorite time.

when everybody is sleeping. the house is so quiet. i can only hear my own breath.
when everybody already go far into their dreams. when i can do whatever i want, and no one cares.
but, what most torturing at the time like this is, the loneliness getting real. and the time like this, when i miss you the most.

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