my my my,
the worst day is like the best day
excluding the fact that i'm inside there
where i'm suppose to be out
of the heat where everyone
failed to see the
miracle which i long to have
since i was young
where ever i went
it followed me
like the dust follow the pathways of the wind
dislikes and likes would mixed
forming a cloud of mist
wondering who i am
when everything went pass too fast..
OH oh.
15 years ago
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