i walked in in quiet panic, and scanned my eyes across the crowded room for something.
you caught my eye, pointed to a certain document, and asked,
'are you looking for this?'
there is more pain than love in love itself.
6.6.06
the room was messy with half-empty packet drinks spilling all over the floor, paper crumpled and strewn all over the table. it was bustling with noise of people who was oblivious about what was happening around them, and everyone was just too busy talking among themselves.
i walked in in quiet panic, and scanned my eyes across the crowded room for something.
you caught my eye, pointed to a certain document, and asked,
'are you looking for this?'
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there is more pain than love in love itself.
i walked in in quiet panic, and scanned my eyes across the crowded room for something.
you caught my eye, pointed to a certain document, and asked,
'are you looking for this?'
there is more pain than love in love itself.
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