| i just feel so dumb.
got a lot to tell. |
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1230edited.
- it's always easy to sear. later you can't get along without it.
i think was asking for too much.
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| working day. late again.
felt sick.
but..again, trapped in a situation with no alternative.
a woman always suffers more in wedlock.
no more horoscrope. it never casts things right. it's all about psychological.
ü, ¤â¾_. |
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| i...
at times i think i should be the one who would disappear without a sound.
everything is prepared for long.
we are merely in the elaborately made game.
wht is the purpose i wonder.
again.
time is a play too. it's just simply not right to let me get in.
it was me.
who runined your beauteous life.
who made you to let all things go.
who pruned an ingenue's core.
another guilt never exuded from spirit's windows.
another forever unconscious contracdiction.
another rue that last out for a whole game.
i can't beg for any kindness. |
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