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Sunday, May 19, 2013, Sunday, May 19, 2013
it was nice talking so naturally to you again.

it was nice to rely on somebody who actually knows what on earth i'm doing.
nice to know somebody who knows who i was- the old me.

even i still don't know who i really am now,
i'm glad i'm not totally lost.

cause the past shaped who i am now,
i'll figure out who i am in the future.