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『You kicked me down
        and
  stole my crown』

⇒ Chan

Journal Entry | 11:19 pm

Maybe I overthink sometimes.. It's not a good thing, is it? To be so anxious. Hahaha, I'm just overthinking, that's all. I'm sure there's nothing wrong.

Right, Minho? It's been three months. We've been dating for this long, Min.. There's no way you're sick of me, right?

There's no need to think too much about how you've stopped telling me you love me, r___t? And how you don't smile as often anymore, and how it feels like within a span of few days an unfair distance has grown between us.. Right, Minho? You're mine, and you love me most, remember..?

Ah, I guess I'm just ov___hinking.. There's nothing wro__ _ith us. We'll always, always be together, won't we, M_____?

Baby.. I'm so, so sc____d... Have your feelings faded? Are you not in love with me anymore..? I won't lose you, r_____? Yeah. I won't. I love you, Minho. You're my happiness. You're my universe. I love you so inc____bly much.

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