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Jun 2015
4 in the morning,
Stay up till 4 in the morning,
Waiting for you to texting,
But it is almost mourning,
Because I am telling you,
That i am on bed, listening,
Listening to a bad rapping,
That am i just playing game because my heart isn't a toy, it is saying,
But its saying is lying,  
which did not let me sleeping but crying,
I am struggling for you crush,
No need to rush,
To let this working,
But you tell me that yours isn't sparkling,
as much as i am hoping.
az'zyraz rose
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az'zyraz rose  kuching
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