watch me unfold;

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Thursday, December 4, 2008 10:48 PM

Sub Rosa

One year ago, I made a birthday card. One with handwritten messages from the heart and hand-drawn pictures, for the eyes. But I didn't have the guts to present it to that someone. No, it wasn't for a special girl I have feelings for. Hah, it's impossible. Really. Have not seen her in a long time. Hope she is coping well.

No one ever came to know of that card.

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