Selasa, 12 April 2011

- unfortunely -

Born to be bored, born to be seeking a home. Born to be unfortunely people's. My breath has been stop it one day, my soul will not in mood anymore. Life's always rather be the same in yesterday.. Raising, crawling, screamin, crying, dizzy, gone and done. So bored.. Without hope without signing without shining anymore.. Forget to remember, remember to forget about past? So bored.. I gotta bored.. And mybe i had love's and real love's i hoped i wished i dreamed..

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