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Friday, December 21, 2007

i can see us dying... are we.?

coffee is comfort.

when you dont get intangible things as often,
soon you'd tend to use tangibles to replace the intangibles

i'm tired of the sunrise;
it's false impression of hope
i think i need a sunset;
to seek solace in solemn nights

 oh dear. i miss miss miss japan. :(

 This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is me alone

This is my December
These are my snow-covered trees
This is me pretending
This is all I need

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