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I look for the right words
to tell you nothing, all my ideas are incomplete like any other thing. I look to all I’ve been and WOW! I don’t recognize it! it’s like I’ve been somebody else lost in an untrue dream. it’s strange how I look to you, everything’s new and makes no sense, your memories are like a star gone out of universe. and still, the pain is in my heart, I feel it, but I ask what’s that; the demons feel it, angels feel it, everybody feel it on a chat. the destiny is my soul, and my soul is pain, because I loved your smile and love it’s poison, and you’re gone in rain. july 23 2001
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