Over the past years, this journal has fallen into disrepair. I imagine it like a summer cottage, gathering cobwebs and dust, still basking in the glow on the fond memories that happened there, but slowly becoming decrepit and falling apart. No regrets, no grief, but still sight is both forlorn and cheering
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Anyway, time for work but I just wanted to say hi (as usual), glomp you *glomps*, and wish you the best of luck in your journey. I shall be doing the Good Luck Cheetah Dance for you *nodnods*.
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This sums up my recent feelings.
Also, needs to talk with you!
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