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Jul 2014
The time
The Days
And that clock in the wall
my laughts my gigles ,  my tears  my joys and my desspointed, and all that memories .

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I'm a treanger but I'm still a young child
that jumped in the stan
, her hair were flying all over her neck
her eyes are full of painful Imprisoned emations ,
yet with a lot of happiness .


The time
The Days
And that clock in the wall .
my laughts my gigles ,  my tears  my joys and my desspointed, and all that memories .

I'll run and run , until I get tired
and laugh and laugh until I feel pain in my stomach
I'll hug the wind
and fil to eat the clouds

I'll allways
live
as a child
and
feel
as a child ..

writed on 25/06/2014
GlintPale
Written by
GlintPale  Tunisia
(Tunisia)   
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