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Monday, February 28, 2011
Strangers from the past, present & future
Almost everyday I will see you, see your blond hair, see you with other people. I do admit that i could not forget but thinking back of you showing concern for someone more than me, buying bags, passing your credit card to her, cleaning & tidying her tables, going on holiday. The actions to me were all one side Love. I feel sad because you are involved with someone that you shouldn't be with in the first place, breaking up people's family, happiness or not I don't know, but it kinda disgust me.

Although we work in the same premises, walk past each other, we are transparent. No smile, no hi, no bye... All we are... strangers.
(joanne) ♥ 11:09 PM
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