It isn't late I guess..
Its just 3 am..
I am not alone for I have a guest..
It brought its friends...those became my bests
pain was shy.but regret was hard
Tears were there,to sing to my heart...
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
It isn't late I guess..
Its just 3 am..
I am not alone for I have a guest..
It brought its friends...those became my bests
pain was shy.but regret was hard
Tears were there,to sing to my heart...
My door is open,for any guest may come
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