We are the roses in the garden, beauty with thorn among our leaves, to pick a rose we ask our hands to bleed…
Friday, March 21, 2003
ssttt......
dengar hatimu berkata.....
biarkan dia pergi.......
berlalu.........
terbang........
melayang........
ketempat dimana dia seharusnya berada......
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