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Saturday, February 12, 2011

Rebirth of a Death

Friendship - diminish. Diminish, diminish.
As soon as it started; it started - just started.
It's like I'm being punished - punished and punished.
For the rebirth of a friendship - it's friendship, just friendship.
How could this happen? It always happens to happen - to me.
As soon as it started it ends like it ended - it's ending so quickly, oh please tell me you see.
Well, do you see? It's killing me, see? Killing me slowly - but it's still killing me.
It worked out so perfect - so prefect indeed. So perfect it might not have been real, but purely a dream.
But now? It's dying. As fast as it came.
For not, it's dying; it's dying... again.


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