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Dec 2010
The wind started to play with my hair
Trying to wipe away the tears
As I sat down on the bed of rocks
My hearts slowly feeling afraid

The river that does not stop flowing
Like life that goes on without care
Whether pain swallows everything
And left with nothing to hold on

The skies could tell what I feel inside
And for the millionth time I wanted to shout
All of the feelings that was kept within
Still I always fail

The wind starts to fade
The river starts to dry
The sky starts to disappear
I remain here in the bed of rocks.
The Little Dreamcatcher
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The Little Dreamcatcher  Manila, Philippines
(Manila, Philippines)   
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