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Victory of regret

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ColdAmuChan

Published: Feb 22, 2014

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I wanna be happy
I wanna have fun
But the memories inside..
The sadness had won

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Short and simple. Just a small little rhyme for those that have something on their chest that seems to make their world shake and crumble.

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UltCrisis

Feb 22, 2014

hmm interesting. I honestly look at things like this: Life is just one big gamble, dont play your cards right and well fortune wont be in your favor.

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