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Jul 2011
I'm getting too used to Disappointment.

Too used to disappoint.

Lonely days end in
Happy nights end in
Lonely days

But, you know,
I'm alright.

I'd rather have one
Perfect Night.

Even if it won't matter in the morning.


I'll pray for the sun not to rise.
Written by
Katherine Fuguet
497
   Jai Rho
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