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Good Things Always Come to An End!

I stare at the sky,My tears have become so dry,Wondering why always good things come to an end,Thinking about that close friend!As the day begins to fall, Waiting for her messages or a phone call,Dying to hear her sweet voice, Always preten

Something More Then Love!

Who Are You...??Are you the angel that always comes in my dream & make them really sweet…?Are you the queen that rules over my heart & mind all time...?Are you the gal who drives me crazy about your childish smile & behavior...?Are you

Imagin-Nation

Imagin-Nation!A ray of HOPE given by GOD himself !Imagine a nation free of devastationLet peace spread everywhere like blood-circulationLet every train halt on the Love-Affection stationAnd the pains go off like Sublimation.This isn’t a rap,