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Friday, November 13, 2009 6:54 PM


Walking in the rain..

things are not good, iam sad. standing strong seems so meaningless.

how long must i wait every time ?

how long before you start to realize you are treating me the same way again ??

how many times must i be sacrificed ??

i dun know..

the pieces shatter on the floor like raindrops..

the rain hides everything, it washes my frown and tells me that it is with me.


hold me now at 6:54 PM
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