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| Thursday, May 22, 2008 |
The pain engraved on my hand ain't hurtful as those compared to my heart.
Terrible and disappointed I feel this summer.
All those quarrels, all those unhappiness,
it just go round and round,
like a never ending loop.
You ain't there for me,
when all I need are some sweet melody and a pat on my head.
You choose to shut me from your door.
I gave up.
All those little effort you just don't get to see.
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