There are sometimes days on week when nothing co-ordinate.All annoyed me,all drop out from my hands.I close a window then,sitting far far away...trying make order with myself.
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Because,this are a days when all time rainning...I don't say anything in those days...mobile stay calm too.
Because,this are a days..rain,rain...i just close the door.I'm not here.
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There are sometimes days on week,that i don't know of what i am waiting for.
When every whisper don't let me sleep.
Out of the door nightly program drip softly the dark...
Supposedly i don't know what i want.
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Because this are a days when in calm drown my home.When i can't find my place here.
Because,this are a days..rain,rain...i just close the door.I'm not here.
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End of week.
