Thursday, 17 March 2011

It just me. Maybe.

It just me who keep falling down cause I felt queer

And can't enduring my falseness

No.

Too much sharp, yell, and torn.

But it must not to be white and smooth

Let it be.

Let it quiet in box of pain

Cause I'm not sure I still can holding on your back

I'm desperate in the ends.
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