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I'm starting to choose a way.
not to be burried too deep inside.
but to be decomposed
not to leave a single of me here
in this piece of land.

Cos ive too much to take,
too much to solve,
too much to stay,
too much to be remembered.

or just like swaying
in way I like
breeze that sweeps across
kisses my face
missing you under the tree
the warm against me.

if the hummung bird's heart
pounds a hundred times.
that would be the feeling
when you were there with me

I can feel your heartbeat.


innocent look.
funny.



too high for your love.
addicted.

but I'm sorry.
I can't somehow.