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Monday 10 November 2014 | 05:04 | 0 comments
no more dream, no more hope...
quietly step away,quietly be gone...
sick of waiting, sick of hoping...
is love that disapointing and hurting?...
no more laugh, no more crying...
all feelings slowly fade away...
hard to keep, hard to forget...
Once he came, he will go away someday...
It isn't a game, it isn't a trick...
not a riddle he can play with...
he should be ashamed for what he did...
playing games that doesn't even worth it...
not a cure, not a medicine...
than can bring back beat of thy heart...