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Sunday, 13 December 2015

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Last year, during camp, I wasn't with you yet. But we had conversations a little frequent, and you were as sweet as honey.

Last year when I was here, I longed for breaks and rests. I was excited, everytime I get to small talk with you.

Last year when I was here, You wanted me. You wanted to get close with me.

Last year this time, We went out quite frequently. Spending our pocket money. I tried to appreciate you because you said you might quit.

Last year this time, you told me, I could make you stay.

Everything has changed

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