sometime silence and ignorant can hurt deeply...
am i just hope for something was isn't there at all...
im fact blog..
only u who hears all the tears..
never givin up at all...
i remember one poem from my old school life..
memorize it..of coz for those who really appreciate..this poem creates a gud memory...just listen..
life brief candle...
tomorrow,and tomorrow and tomorrow..
creeps in this petty pace from day to day..
to the last syllabus of recorded time..
and all our yesterday have lighted fools..
the way to dusty death..
out,out brief candle..
life..a poor shadow..
that struts and frets its hour upon the stage..
and then..
it heards no more..
it is a tale..
told by an idiot..
full of sounds and fury..
signifying nothing...
william shakespear..
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