20120131

of the beat,

i cannot keep being in this beat.
this slow, sad melancholy beat & rhythm.

its killing me silently.
from inside out.

but i just can't keep being cool at all time.
sometimes, i failed.
dear you, for being there even at the end of the line,
or a silent company.
i thank you.
i really do.

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front seat,