no one can take the place of my NUMBER 1 BOY.
heartaches causing non-stop hurts...
the feel of razor beam lasers shooting into my eyes where droplets of water fell off the eye-lashes of mine.
passing by that house,
always that room i gazed,
always that room i gazed,
always the storey to the end,
and always about the stairs memories.
why am i like that...
I HATE IT!
I HATE IT!!
I HATE IT!!!
i hope one day of you will end... end like a story... end it all...
*you'll finally see the truth, that a hero lies in you...* - (Mariah Carey - hero)
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