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Speak Low If You Speak Love - My American Heart
What's another word for this Secret. Hallucination. For the records, it's a new day everyday.
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| Wow, what can i say. It's been really long since the last time i posted.
Now i'm just flipping through the pages of my diary,
wondering how the days handled so much changes.
I never thought those days would turn out so unexpectedly and fast
but yet becoming more emotionaless.
Oh. Let the ship sail, slowly.
Take me to my medication on my journey
and to horizon for the sunrise.
With these, it will be a new beginning for the new day.
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Sometimes mysteries brings misery.
Simple and true makes it beautiful.
Now the words are playing
& all i see is tragedy.
Should the sun stay hanging,
or should the days start winding up?
it's harder than you know. |
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i hope i was just tired.
theNightRide |
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ill pack my bag and take it down.
ill walk to the place where the sand turn our feet warm.
i dont know the distance, i only know the end.
i dont know if ill still hold this pen, because only direction will take me there.
to where i want to be & not where im supposed to be.
Saturday Night |
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