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Nov 2012
The anthem of your dying days feels like a feather in my ear.
The day you decide that im no longer a friend i put a word on that ink.
Now you smile all the time with him but your dying inside.
And im trying so hard not to burn my self just to love your tide.  
I dont want to live with yesterday's promises.
And die alone with this pillow and bridges.
Im looking at your pictures and i can't find your
eyes on the floor.
I wont forget what you told me and your hunted voice that soar.
I know you know how much i love you eventhough i cant stand beside you.
Is it true that being with me is just a waste of time?
And being with you is the best days of my life.
Life is not fair and i know it from the start.
But loving you is worth enough to live this life full of lies.
And i will sell your heart like a belly up to the clouds.
Like your unconditional love.
mac azanes
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mac azanes  PHILIPPINES
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