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Saturday, February 23, 2008 . 22:12

Love is a song. It's the melody that attracted us together yet it's the word that let us understand another much more.



Been hiding all my hopes and dreams away, thinking i will be needing them some day.
All i wanna do is just to get a way back into love.

I need inspiration not just another negotiation. I am hoping you can show me what to do to start again.

Spending much thoughts in this matter really kill my brain cells badly. It's hardly worth anything but some fond old memories. Let's go on to a new voyage... uplifted feelings mixed with anxiety.




Love is to shoe laces,
unable to bear the weight alone,

often getting caught up in knots

hitherto we look beautiful together.