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Saturday, February 19, 2005

Being on the roof top...

Whenever depress hit on me,
I would run to the roof top,
standing high above,
and escape from the world below,
Night wind blow trough my heart,
Star in the sky keeps me company,
Being on the roof top,
I never felt so free,
Yet I felt so lonely,
Sometime I wonder, if jump down,
Will I hit the ground or enter the gate of hell?
Being on the roof top,
Will heaven ever see my sorrow clearly?
Being on the roof top,
Will you take me away from the world below…


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