Sunday, August 30, 2015
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Last Christmas I received a present from Vince. A present which wasn't randomly picked at the shelf of a gift shop. But a gift which he had thoroughly think through that best suit me.
He gotten me a book by Lang Leav. A book filled with poetry about love and loss. I was drawn towards the book and thought "Wow... she can really put grieve and pain in such beautiful, calm way (because usually anger and sadness is all i have when I think about my past relationship)".
Few days after reading it, words came pouring into my mind. I knew I needed to scribble it down before it passes the non U-turn route in my careless brain.
There goes my first attempt in writing...
