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10 February 2009 @ 21:00
poetidyyy (this one's called packet or however you want it.)  
It almost everyday
It's the same
We all face the shame
It doesn't come in different ways

*

I can't live nowadays
It's recurring
Always fuming
Like the end of your cigarette

Think me as your packet
You can smoke it in a day if you wish
And once it's gone
You just want more
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Mood: okayokay
 
 
 
1stillheart1stillheart on 11th February 2009 23:38 (UTC)
Ohh I like this one. Short but tells so much. It seems to work on different levels. I hope everything's ok with you dear *hugs*
Ammeeriaammeeria on 13th February 2009 16:40 (UTC)
We'll talk soooon. Love Hun, I'm missing you. *hugs*