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06 September 2009 . 9:06 PM

ZQS chalet wasnt as fun as i expected , kinda awkward most of th time .

Suppressed memories flood ,
leaving me a taste of the past.
Just 4 words ,
and the impact just comes.

i miss the times we had together,
though i know its gone .
just pure memories,
fading as time passes .
i still long for those times,
those times where we would go,
cycling,
in the dawn.
i miss the rides,
the turns,
the long stretches where we would ride fast,
the enjoying of the sunrise.


i want those times back.
i want everything to go back in time.

i want,