Rabu, 04 Desember 2013

Hold On

A minute goes to hour. I don't even hear your sound. The sun goes down, leave red line in the west and smoky pink in the other side. I want to step back and never come to you...I want to make this today a goodbye. So, it is not the last or I never ever say goodbye...

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