Don't worry. Know it myself. Fooled myself back then. But now realize. Faking. Now revenge. Fake smiles, show on. Will do, slowly. Grow distant. Distant and amnesia. Better. Wanna scream. "621311 2518 !!!!!" Damn. Won't change. Me. No melancholy. Poems. Again. Argh. Try guessing? Conclusions? Dead ends.
Friday, September 18, 2009
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