March 25, 2008
i was then a little pigment inside his heart..

only a friend searching for love..

inside someone else's tomb..

but when we come to realize who we really are to each other..

i feel warm again..

alive from the cold place i dwell..

warm because of your love..

and i ought not to go back..

to the grave i was on..

i ought not to be cold again..

i just wanna be here with you..

singing all these songs with you..

laughing and crying with you...

thank you for saving me..

saving my life from the mess of dirty soil...

i am saved!

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