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Melody_sun New Member
since 2010-07-25
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A will - My Departure Departure... sounds ironic in a way, yet it always happen in the end. I gave myself to a man, half of my life and now it's gone. Sad, depress and anger, however this moment, I'm leaving with no regrets. No more pain, mo more guilt... in fact, I'm happy I could live until this day but not another stay. The candle flickered, flames dancing in the night, will I have this one more dance? Darkness held out a hand, I took and smile... You may, my love. |
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