December 18, 2007
By Cristina Luna, Chicago, IL

Sometimes when i think about the future
I stare in space
I wonder what i will be
or if anything will fall in place
now when every things falling
I want to know how it will turn out
maybe I'll still love you
or maybe we'll fall apart
how come life changes so quickly
shifting completely from time to time
I remember when our friendship meant everything to me
and now look at us, we have nothing left but a lost rhyme

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