Monday, February 8, 2010

I blushed when you look at me. You took my love and throw me aside without any words. I'm not dead. That's what the reason why I felt hurt and I cry. Simply because sadness fills my heart. This is not what I wanted for. If I have a second chance, I hope that I wouldn't love you so much. I'm a bad shooter because I miss you always.Begin with a smile, grow with caring and concern but no matter what, It still ends with a tears. I don't want to be her substitute.

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