December 16, 2010
Here I am again.
Doing flips and twisty bends.
My heart, I can no longer defend.
This will never end.
I'm holding it all in.
A miracle, I wish to lend.
I start to write to you, then,
I seem to have misplaced my pen.
When will my heart mend?
For you are living in sin.
The thief of my heart for more than ten
times. If I am yang, you are yin.
If I wake up tomorrow and we are just friends,
I'll stay up till 11:11
until you are the only one who can make me grin. :)

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