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Thursday, February 22, 2007
With You, Always
Seeing the reflection of your unhappiness,
I also gradually dying with sadness,
As you drift into emptyness,
...you slowly taking the air I breath...
Please, let me breath; let me live,
Don't let me fall on the shallow grave...
posted by Ilangilang |
10:40 PM
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