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Let it snow... let it snow,
till my heart became freeze,
and nothing come out and go in,
just everything kept in my heart
very safe and pure... fresh,
till my last breath...
with all my fresh and pure
memories that lies on my
heart deep... and deep
inside... as i wish to
take it to the heaven,
And show it to the God
How much love, that i got
gain even after i died...
Nothing last but memories
frozen memories...
~ivy~
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Note To Self
PoetryThere are so much of things and stuffs that we could relate our self with but sometimes we didn't bother to note it and when the time comes we'll be drawn out of clue on what's happening around us. So, note to self is one of the best idea if you lea...
