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Dec 23, 2009 03:17

So I cant run away from my own gloom
It cant be stopped like the impending doom
Have to bear it whatever it takes for me
Even I cant change myself, you see?
All my talents are poor and I can not succeed
Nothing can save me but your lead.
Give me your hand or forget my face
You and I can recap our last embrace.

original content ©2009
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