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One day I was asked by a friend of mine, “do you still like him ? do you still think about him?”

This was my answer :

“Apparently he is still inside.

Hiding deep between the vague layers.

Popping up once in a while to reminisce the clinging past.

Shattered here and there, yet impeccably tied with thin strings to keep it as a whole.

So when I pick them up again, it will always be as good as it used to.”

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