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18 July 2009

I was here all the time...

I can see our mistakes, this is not wrong
untill we make another person suffer.
I constroy my little world and you never coming into it.
When I am dreaming, your are running away.
It seemed that it went to last way
Already I don't know for where to walk
or what to talk.
Now it is done and I don't know why
Untill these days sometimes I cry
We don't say goodbye. It is not possible to lie!