07 août 2010

This isn't a song nor a poem... only deep thougts.

Apparently there is a reason for everything. So what is my reason to live? Is this why love was made? 'Cause when you're alone in the dark... There is still one light which shines for your sake...   I think we have no reason to live, nor to die. We're just here, trying to catch this time that kills us little by little. We're surely here on purpose which is unknow by our world. Finding the answer... It is useless, you won't find it... 
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