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Circle of life
Friday, December 18, 2009, 3:00 PM

Circle-Of-Life-11-08

Painted by Tania Knudsen

If only there is a way, i wish to summaries every single thing that happen in my life. There cannot be an answer, when you know that the question does not offer an option of answer. NOTHING IS PERFECT. I might love it, you might hate it. Is a personal perspective to it, we have no right to judge yet we judge

Nothing can and will stop me from being happy

Now i am walking this path which i choose to be happy, optimistic it might sound, but is a decision, i have a choice and i will use it.

This is a little part from the past… i think that the summary of that part of it =p

is a song haha but no music to it(is it even call a song hmmmm)

Boy, before you go, listen

listen to my heart,

When you leave you leave without a word,

what was i support to do…

what’s in between you and i…

will it all those disappear?

I was young, i have trust, i have fate in you…

oh babe, babe was i just a game to you?

Years have past, trees have grown,

i look back , i told myself that i have grown

No matter how much i wish for those hands

It will never be the same

you will never come back

and thanks to you 

i am who i am today…

Now i have him to hold…him to hold

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