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Saturday 3 August 2013

Michael

Michael,
my hear is aching. I feel so alone that the tears of pain and full of bitterness are falling from my face.
Once you told me a legend of a god who was collecting human tears and hid them in his pillow. So he would never forget how pain looks like. Feels like...
I know, Michael, I know... it all started when we were younger and the god to take care of people he was supposed to take care of. And he didn't care. So ever since he had to pick up the tears of sadness and play a music of heart.
Wasn't it an angel, Michael? I don't really remember...

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