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joi, 4 iunie 2009

Despair

I wish that I could see the light
Or just the moon
But there was night

A hopeless try to breathe again
The air’s so thick
Can’t heal the pain

The hardest thing is to believe
You can’t do nothing
But you live

The pain is not the pain to steal
Say, love is precious
If it’s real.

- by Cold

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