Monday, September 7, 2009

I was born like this and I wonder why I was born like that
What's the purpose of Him actually
In silent I conceal the pains and loneliness in my heart
I knew that my own soul with an empty heart
Why it's so hard to face and to fight
Why it's so handy for me to knock down to earth
With nasty feeling towards other
Who can I speak to? Who will never disgust with?
My life has gone cold..
I can't stop being alone..

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