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Your probably a person, I'm probably not . I kiss every vain on your arm. Your cheeks are turning red. Seeing your vulnerable side makes me feel curious about how your feelings react. Retrace your memories from your head as you see how evil I became. Nothing can change what you are today. What does it feels to know that I'm evil inside and out. Hair comes undone while you grasps the surface of the wall. Care about how you feel when I did something I'm not suppose to do. Cherish all my friends, but they've betrayed you. What did I did to make them feel what they feel at this very moment. I have nothing left in this world. Why bother even living if there's no guidance in what we now called "Earth". But a feeling is deep in your heart as you remember all your relatives that loved you. Could there be hope? Or this feeling is just a waste. But you chose the path of finding the shining path of hope. You seep into it as a kitten would snuggle his mom for warmth. You realized that the path you chosen will be your only path and you can't change your mind in differ or for worse. Life could get better for you in the future or will end in a bad note. I finally have my results of what I've chosen. This could help me find my way to true love. Jogging through footsteps, thinking of someway you can apologize to her. I just had a flashback of your face. Or was it a imitation of darkness. Your shadow faded away and the demons are sent out from my body. Sitting back against the Grey wall I try to picture your face again without any haunting images of the sidewalk. Looking down at the brightness of New York City Traffic, I soon realize that the person all along at the end of the path was me.
- Title: Times in NYC
- Artist: Ma Kazuko
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I was a New York City. It was gloomy and I was lying down on a pavement in the streets of flashing lights. I thought to myself, that I would never say goodbye to the one I most love.
September 14, 2009 was the tragedy of my love. I hope peoples realize how important this is for me... Thank you for caring. She was my love of my life. And this poem is dedicated to her.
To learn more about how this tragedy started, click on my profile to read the facts about my life.. - Date: 11/15/2009
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