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Lily,17.




Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I'm happy with my life now. But sometimes, I couldn't help but keep wanting to go back to the past.


A sprinkle of nostalgic, a tinge of longing.



We once wore the same uniform to school, but look,we are never going to wear the whites and blues back to school again.


And all that remains are just memories like a film, which plays all over and over again without sound.




And it took me a while to realise that I am never going back.