August
16 September 2010
Took a wrong lane, every day, I hear myself say Sickening's this feeling, my life, my hopes, my dream's but a drop of fuel for a nightmare
The faint blaze of the candle of my life slowly dying like a fire in the pouring rain. No sparks of hope inside, no shooting stars on my sky. on broken wings, no flying high. Another night, another d
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