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Take my hand and run
Friday, September 19, 2008, 2:40 PM
It's weird.
I don't feel all that sad and emotional now.
Maybe the feeling has yet to hit home.

I hate the way the days flew by so quickly this week.
Why does it have to be friday again and 19th September to be exact.

So, what's there in store for me next?
Lonely, mundane days ahead.
How did i even survived the past weeks.
And how do i survive the coming months.

i don't even want to think about it.