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those memories cut deeper than any other knife.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

My love for you's so real,
Maybe one day you'll finally see.
I just cannot take this torture,
I hate to see you walking away from me.

I wonder how's life without you,
Will I still be able to smile?

I realise I can't write nice poems anymore.
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