So I was cleaning out my pile of papers, and what nots after my move, and found some old scribblings that I did a while back. Now, some of these are like over five years old, and I was a lot more morose back then. And some of them, well realistically speaking, suck... But they're mine, so I think I may put them down anyway...

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life is never easy, and love is strange to feel
that all of our memories, are only ours to heal
Love, what cherish, the warmth I hold inside
and love is that moment, that makes me want to hide


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and then I said, " All my life,
I was never the pretty one.
All my life
I was always the second son."

but now I see, that you belong to me
and what it is that pains me most,
is that feeling that I have lost.


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Seriously, how I never ad my own LiveJournal account called "weepy weepy little boy", is beyond me...