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Everything I do for you
Seems so less to me
What have I been able to give you?
Maybe a reason to cry, or to shed some tears…
I try to m..
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Tick-tock, tick-tock. The seconds flew by like drops of water dripping on, and on. A second, a minute, an hour passed. He still gazed at the clock.
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"I walk a lonely road
The only one that i have ever known
Dont know where it goes
On its only lane i walk alone.."
I sang this to my..
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"It's 1 AM! She must be sleeping, i shouldn’t disturb her." But yet, I did. Couldn’t stay without writing that "I love u&qu..
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Here I go again, got to get a grip on myself,
But I just can’t help it; your smile is just too infectious!
Reflecting on the past hour, been..
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I look at myself. Look at what I have become. A silent glance at myself in the mirror, and it seems the world comes to an end with me. Deserted, left ..
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It’s the 15th of September, round about 11:30 PM. Am sitting in front of my PC jotting down the thoughts that are encrypted deep down in my mind..
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A quick glance around and I see a room, a room that I call as my own. But how can anything be permanent for anyone when we ourselves are temporary? A ..
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He opened his eyes, and looked into hers. She was crying, so softly. A tear glided down her cheeks and died at her lips. He pulled back his hands whic..
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His face had pain written all over it. He was clutching his left calf muscle in absolute anguish as he looked up and said, "Hey coach Martins, th..
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