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Sunday, May 3, 2009

I Hate Crying...


Crying, crying, I hate crying
For when it hit me, it makes me dying
I can't do anything
But let the tears on my cheeks running
Every night my pillows are wet
With the tears i let
The blanket I cover to hide my tears
To let it not enter my ears
My heart breaks
And my body's weak
In a dark and cold night
My hearts I can't fight
Crying, crying, I hate crying
For when it hit me, it makes me dying...

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