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Today i just got excited about my reunion ..

man! seeing my old school friends again .. the boasting of hey i got this and got rewarded that..

The exciting laughs of my friends the squeals of joy .. and astonishment ....im sure anybody who loved their school life would be there..
so what caused the confusion was that.. „ǝɹoɯ ǝɔuo pǝʌoן ı ǝuo ǝɥʇ ɥɔʇɐɔ oʇ ɹo spuǝıɹɟ ʎɯ ʇǝǝɯ oʇ ǝɹǝɥʇ ƃuıoƃ ı sɐʍ„
to see the smile again ,to hear the laughter again..
to see her dancing or to see her talking maybe to see her laugh on my jokes or
maybe to see her turn my jokes down saying " it was a pj"
dont know if its a need
or its a stark greed
to see her is to feel excited ..
or is it to be dead indeed..
the bare fact that she smiles.....
is the sole reason that everything is suffice..
the confusion is mind boggling
this longing.. is it just a vice ....
dont know what's right and what stands among the truth as bare lies
but one thing is true ..untill she cares to smile i will survive

cant belive i wrote it and dont want her to know :P

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