Thursday, February 22, 2007

It Always Hurts

I remember my childhood's playmate, when we were so young, so pure, when we played on the backstreet park, on the dusty ground. all days long we were waiting for our daddies to come, to steal his money, to spent our time with gum & gun, all those days are gone. but this is not what we wanted, this is not what we desired to have, O' my sweet friend, i'm so sad, you aren't here and you'll never know, how much i feel loneliness.


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