Up from below I come
A bit of poetry, a bit of this and that.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Stage
I wish I was a singer
because
people would keep me entertained to the max....
But this life brings me nothing then pure sadness....I just wish I could gaze at you without you noticing...Me...Becuase
I'm
not a singer he
doesn't
pay
attention
to me.
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