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It's a gloomy sunday afternooon
and I'm rotting to death without you
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8:32 PM,
Aug 21, 2008
Maybe, it is time I had a talk with you. I means I so tired keeping everything bottled up in me. Maybe it is time for me to release everything in me. Undo the cap, Pop the bottle, Release all of the emotions in me. Just don't press the trigger button. |