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Nov 2014
I've been sick out of this,
Loosing blood, loosing my sight,
This feeling is out of hand
Loosing everything I has,

I'm a warrior; fighting for this
Even tho I'm really tired
But the mere fact that they're waiting
Those sweet smiles I have,
Those jolly personality they see in me
I can't take any possibilities I'll be gone..

One of the reason why I'm still here

And the knight who shines among the rest,
In the existence of loosing up;
Just one smile, Just one kiss,
I'm gladly to surrender everything
In the rose that full of thorns;
The blue venomous one is I keep reaching,
Hoping it will heal me inside,
Risking everything,

The life, the Love,
A warrior who keeps fighting,
Hoping to seek serendipity in hand
menmarou
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menmarou
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