August 05
Poor girl
Finally I realized how sad was I am,
when I want to drink,
when I want to talk,
when I want just have somebody hold me hand and share his shoulder.
But there is no one, that is who we always called-- "friend".
It's really awful isn't it?
Anyway, that's who I am,
who just live in own world,
who always sad,
who has been dreaming of love.
Poor girl, greedy girl, sigh...
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