thought waiting is hurting..
Come to me my honey bunny..
Be my everything.
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Looking up,
Grasping to stay alive.
Memories pass by,
And still, she doesn't get a life.
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The wind blows..
Changing the thought..
That she can't be cold..
As time makes her getting old.
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~hanimyusra~
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