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Friday, September 24, 2010
love
You know when you listen to music playing from another room? And you're singing along because it's a tune that you really love? When a door closes or a train passes by so you can't hear the music anymore, but you sing along anyway...then, no matter how much time passes, when you hear the music again, you're still in the exact same time with it. That's what love is like
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"nếu cho anh thêm một cơ hội nữa ... anh vẫn sẽ chọn em.
still loving you, J"
still loving you, J"
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