Monday, 7 January 2013

I knew a sad boy

I once knew a sad boy who's soul constantly possess the mire air of discontent. Nothing done could see him still, always flying towards despair as the spark from the flame fly upwards. His spirit was like those poor fated soul in the once un-sinking titanic ship; for when the ice berg hit then came the songs of death, so goes the constant theme of this once sad boy I knew.


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