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Swing, from the strings of my heart.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Somehow or rather, I feel so...hollow.
And no, I have no particular reason for feeling this way.
Mood swings are annoyingly crazy, aren't it?


Your arms around me. The smell of your spray.
On escalators. In the train. Or just under the night sky.
Once upon my yesterdays which, I truly miss. ):