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i feel alone now..
in my bed room..

sitting in the corner..
write something..

something that i don't know what is that..
just follow the rhythm of music that i hear...

try to thinking something that not real..
about my feeling..
can't describe..

i don't know it..

remembering kids that play firecracker in the road when i waiting the bus..

i hope they fire that firecracker and throw it in to my room..
to make some noise..

to kill my loneliness...