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A Beauty On Disturbed

Chasing by the light of the moon Sweet smell of smoke break Crazy like a drugs Thunder come by the news Leave the safety place for a moment Throught the long way out Forget a moment for a while Crazy and crazy Lunatic, fanatic, and stupid Giving up on a purpose Break down all the line Trying figure out That all what we thought still in our thought Hoping a moment of healthiness Would be long forever or not Only one journey by the time Another will be long long journey For many years Take it or leave it Easy way out or not Hard to take in mind But still need time to asking why Together in loneliness But hopely forever in own side one day Today might be good Tomorrow who knows the rule I take it to go out the way I take the road to step and tell my next story Tomorrow will be tomorrow Tomorrow new history will come But would be all your confusion will mislead you To your dreaming future Or let it guiding you to new history of your life Your life is be...

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Why 'Write' ?

Write... Grammar... Book.... Script...etc. Why I choose to write? not other things that I am capable of like being an athlete. Yeah, I am good at it. I can be wrestler because I like to wrestling or maybe I should became a MMA fighter. That would be great I guess. But why write? I choose write... First : I like to write since I was in junior high school. Two : It is very cool job where people can moved or inspired by the words that you write. Also... if you write a script, movie script... when you met those actors/actresses.... that's sound really awesome. And Three : I think write is the most safe place for me to grown up beside I already love it long time ago. Write my first emotional poem when I was in junior high school. My teacher asked to write a poem. And my friend bothered me so much... we got noisy and distract her attention. That time I was sit in the back of the class.. She walked and find nothing in my paper. Than she was not angry at the time but she called me usi...

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Hundreds Of Love

Any moment any thought One day one will Standing as a broken rock, lay down as sands Let me be the wind of your world Spell any good love Spread any story of life Hundreds of miles I still have any thought I have billion ideas of my future life With you standing beside me Let me be the color of your paint So i can describe how wonderful and amazing my life goes on If i stop here at the end of this story Guide me till my morning past Let me walk by your side through the night I have this small heart I kept hundreds of beautiful picture on it I kept hundreds of poems that you wrote When you holding my hand and we dance under the raindrops

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