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You said that I'm a loser Who talks a lot about loving you without even try to approach you Who keep silent when your past still haunting you Who could not make you to be focused to look at me Well, how should I put it? It's no use to examine a specimen When the coarse and fine focus were not rotated exactly the way it should be to look at the object You will never see the object – nor  my venture
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
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You said that I'm a loser Who talks a lot about loving you without even try to approach you Who keep silent when your past still haunting you Who could not make you to be focused to look at me Well, how should I put it? It's no use to examine a specimen When the coarse and fine focus were not rotated exactly the way it should be to look at the object You will never see the object – nor  my venture
you and I are in the reverse position, it just happen that now I realize what you feel before
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
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