i wish hatred would grow instead of exasperation...
turnin back...,
travelling on the arm of clock seem to tell no lies
for all those time when memory was the only measure of transport through the tide...
i was left with no choice....
but to try...
that was the sole journey i made to strive yet i meet no sunrise...
i run till paralyse and cry till i dry...
a knot made tight cannot be untangled till i die...
I loss my pride along with the war...
Claiming them back is as hard as rising in love
(coz usualy ppl fall in love~)
Onli Love,
Su DASH Lin, 28 November 2005
COPYRIGHT RESERVED FOR THE SAPSTIKATED, BLINDED AND HEARTBROKEN. DOH~ Sorry Yaar~ APA LU MAU! LMAO! lick ur mum's arse man!
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