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Journal #3
Im laying in bed listening to the rain. It picks up even more everytime I think of you. Cant sleep currently, but hoping to drift off soon. Hoping for sweet dreams. Hoping for the real you soon. Somehow. Something real & tangible & true. If only you knew, If only you could understand, The one thing that means so much to me. Love. I love you. Its not traditional, But its true. Its love. Love is love, And details aren't important. I love you. I hope, This is my one hope, That you love me too. For real. Please dont lie. Because I want to trust you.
Real me,
Mlina
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