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Monday, November 23, 2009
What are we supposed to do When right things go wrong How are we gonna deal with the one who left you lost and unfound
It's true that your famous lips were the reason. Don't matter, tortures and heartbreaks had become the tradition. Some people need to bleed to know they are still alive after consecutive nights of vodkas and first class drugs. If they wish to keep on running and chasing, no one can ever stop them. We were once these small town kids, throwing gummy bears at each others' faces. Telling our grandfather's stories under the Yangon city lights. Give me another day, when out of the sudden they talk about Singapore . Conceding that this soul lost its body, there's nothing much I can do to send the truth about Singapore. Singapore's a complete lie. Once you go over, the chances are you will never be throwing gummy bears again. Notice the massive kilograms of weight right below this sighting instrument. Bobbi Brown's concealers do not work much to ease off this trouble. I have to be seen purposely hanging it for public to see, and leave them to comprehend about the causes. These do not, in any way, save me from the world. Or neither does it save the world from me. But at the very least, this is just a reminder that I am in the process of getting stronger. One feet at her tip, I felt the rain touch the end of my nose. With the breeze following the beat of your heart, and collaborating with your every breathe, even butterflies exists at 1,063 feet tall above the ground. I'd pretend that I have majestically statuesque wide wings like an angel's, and spread it with grace. One, two, I fall from the denotation of Paris. Feeling the strength of gravity, at the other end comes by beautiful rescue. There could be some way. How about a blade? A blade to poke through every sinner part of you and let you bleed out the devil. I wouldn't want to stay awake every night thinking about someone whose part devil, all the time.