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It's a gloomy sunday afternooon
and I'm rotting to death without you
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7:23 AM,
Jun 4, 2009
I pulled hard, I struggled hard TALK TO ME You just like a knot i cannot entangled. Ironically, the more i tried, the more the knot got evern more tangled till i feel like giving up. But you nvr give up on me, so y should i leave you noe. _________________________ A:Hi dreamer. B:Hello A:It not my fault you noe. I can't help it. B:I understand. Do you wan to talk abt it A:Maybe some other day __________________________ The great one fall Undexpectedly Once down He is unable to stand up Destinited Failure ____________________________ |