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[font=Arial]You can't find something you left behind. In my mind there's no room for wind. I am hurting, so are they. I'm not the prey, but it's just this way. My fault, if you may. Under this cover, though I discover, they wish this was over. As for me, I'm lost inside this thing named fake pride. Shameless shame. Forgive, it's the same.[/font]
Dreams are cheap, but not free. They come at a price. And the price for trying to reach the stars with your hands is being unable to. Or something. ^^;;
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