it's inside of me. Maybe, it's me. maybe, everyone will remember me this way. 4 days of rain washed my soul. so clean that can fly high withwout coming back. my bleeding memory persuades me to fall. I hope and there is nothing else left except hope. clouds are dense. eyes are half-closed and mind is starving. maybe, long time. maybe unpatient heart. who knows, who judges. refuse to believe it's late. whether it was before or after...now makes no sense. all these give way to tears. maybe, i am crying. they told me that it'd be a "CRYING GAME", but i did not trust them.

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