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Monday, June 16, 2008

Our way.

Everyone are giving up on something.
I hope that i'll just hold on to the string firmly like i did.
Sit on the cushion and watch the blury TV show.
And i learned something or maybe realise something.

The power words of the guy actually made her cry.
Or he's just talking to the air.
This box of chocolate is really giving them trouble.
The sweetness are more than enough,
The bitterness are too much, but bearable.
But the stain on the teeth is the one that's not easy to remove.

No more, no more, no more.
For most i'll let you step on my feet and we'll walk the muddy way.



C.K.

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