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 sitting on the windowpane, it was the only flowers that sat(PUN intended)the record straight. yesterday,before I left home, I threw them away. spinning our songs last night once again, they don't mean a thing anymore. I must have learnt how to take a pinch of salt with an open heart. I quote,L1L2. Perhaps cos I'm don't wanna be living on life's replay. farewells are hard. it doesn't feel real. how those small talks we had when we were young turn into livin' proof; that we're really livin' it up. now that you're gone, I wonder about how we're gonna live thru the adjustments and adaptations. |
