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Welome :)

"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye." - H. Jackson Brown, Jr.


The Dreamer

The name is Jovice, a chocolate lover and a dreamer. Well, nobody can hurts you without your permission. So, don't let anyone ever dull your sparkle.



Jan.

Thursday, January 24, 2013 6:04 PM




Hello bloggie, I'm back here. January of 2013, time passed really fast. Still remember the last time I came to here was in September or October I think. Don't really have much time to express everything at here. Hmm, so is the new beginning of the year, hope that everything will be better in 2013.After been through all these things I feel glad that I am still alive. Stronger and stronger. Never think of what are the consequences. For sure I'll afraid of falling over and over again. But, I love him, that's the thing I know. No matter how hard I tried to forget, to run away, to stop caring, I failed. I'll never regret for loving you, over and over again.


Loving him was red, burning red.

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