sábado, 1 de agosto de 2009

The Thief

I woke up... everything was dark, except by the moon light, i felt there was something missing.
I do not know what it was, i just know it was something important.
Walking on the street i still feel there is something missing, something stolen from my soul.
I am sad, and still i do not know what is that important thing that was stolen.
How can i know what is that i lost while i was sleeping, while i was dreaming.
Someone came to my room that night and stole something from my soul.
I want it back! i do not know ht it is, but i feel desperate with out it

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