[Maro], 5 марта 2014 г., 11:41
Walking alone and feeling cold, I may be young but my sadness makes me look old, Crying and crying without rest, Wishing i could still be on your warm chest, Maybe that's why i am depressed, You walked away and on my heart you pressed. You threw me in hell, When you said farewell. People can hide from the rain, While i can't hide from my pain. The storm is getting worse and worse, And my condition is becoming harder ofcourse. I look up,but i don't even see a glimpse of the sun, Then i recognized that even my last hope is gone.Author: Me
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