Monday, September 20, 2010

The past The end

something,some past that always stay on memory
always torment me...
i dont know how to say,how to start
i know my badness..
thats why,although i try to be good
everything is so late for me
cause memory are memory
something that couldnt to rub
i really hope i m losing memory and fly like a bird
not because that i m hiding
just because i dont know how to face and i feel everything was sorry
i know i m childish enough,
i know i m stupid enough.
but i tried,i try so hard to change
i turn to unhappy after i did.
so now i never hide anything infront of anyone
but its still the same to be hurt
why i m so stupid,getting so week and broken

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