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My mind all day,Hel
Sunday, August 17, 2008 @ 7:54 AM


Now that you're awake . everything seems different .
i looked around but there's nothing at all .
i saw you standing there in the middle of my dreams .
i reach out to get closer but you're moving further and further away .
paper planes painted in red starts flying around .
all of them holding different keys but one of them belongs to your heart .
just like the earrings you wore that day .
i still remember .
but i don't need them keys anymore .
i have you .