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maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Bad Day Fever


There is no bad day
It is the time when some bad things happened
and we let ourself down
Thinking it's bad
Yes, it's bad and nothing gonna change this day
to be the worst day in your life
You didn't count the time when you sleep and wake up
You didn't count wasting time with your air head
You didn't count the time you do common things daily
You even didn't count that you still breathe this time
The only thing that you think is the bad time
and let yourself down
Nothing will be change
Because you are the one who close your heart
and close all happiness gates with your little bad thing

Submitted: Sunday, August 03, 2008
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