Thursday, October 05, 2006


my poor soul's tired
my poor heart's kept bleeding
my wounds stay open
my life has ruined

smiles no longer coming out of my face
lights no longer exist in my eyes
laughters no longer derided
even tears no longer coming out of my eyes

my body moves lifeless
the sound in me has died
my spirit has lost
no longer want to live

.... no longer want to win ....


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