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infinity....
come one by one and seem like never end.
all are blending in my mind.
automatically heating my temper.
I could wish myself to put down everything and just leave.
Let other to do the rest.
however, I cant.... i always make myself to take apart..
somehow i rather i do dun know everything.
looks strong always but loser..
think much while stay alone.
smile, just cure for a moment.
cry, it doesn't provide good answer.
laugh, it just cover the original.
silent, while escaping and alone.
face it up boy....it will be a better tomorrow....
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