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by daughter of sorrow Jul 7, 2016 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Closing my tired eyes For crying a million times Without you knowing That this heart of mine is dying. Celled myself, weeping In the four corners of my room, daydreaming That memories of ours will still not be unfold. The feeling might end someday One of us wil not know it But it is not giving up Cos it isn't my nature giving up You'll find me distant But you will forever in my heart