The taste of fading.

School holidays are coming to an end.

Back to reality and the race begins.

Oh erase those words and never say them again, the scar it leaves lingers in this rain.

"Tell her, "I love her"" 

"I want Arnotts shortbread bickies and chai latte."  "& while you guys are in the lounge, I want the playlist running in the background to be clubbing songs." "& When I appear for my grand opening, let the song be, "You raise me up. ;)""

"I'll also make sure my friend who's my MC for that day would ensure you get your song dedication too! LMFAO, Party Rockers!"

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