Read random short stories in blog and today, coincidence'ly all the stories are sweet and sgt comeeel. Aigoo.. no matter how much I grow up and things change, sometimes I'll still be the girl that laughing and smiling, giggling and dreaming with that unrealistic sweet thingie. =p
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snow, Lies a seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes a rose
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