miércoles, 9 de abril de 2008



.- Guilty of pain~

All those things I though
which someday could come true
are falling on the fantasy black-hole
and they are carrying with themselves
all the hope I ever had.

Also the fault is mine,
'cause I build up my own hopes
for destroy them later .

No longer the present exist
Neither the past.

Only exist a odd dimension,

where all these things can go on.


Again, again and again~

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