Friday, March 25, 2011

fi ye (dead roses)

Letters to Julia, red roses.
Dear diary, sorry again for disturbing your thought with those cynical ideas, but back then, i am still refusing myself from keep reminiscing our memory, even it is hurt, but the smile that i’ve seen through the picture, was enough to make me stronger to life. Wounded, here, still i am, being i am. Stop.

-saat udara nyaman – satu jam terakhir. Ingat track no.10 cd hijau kuning merah?

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