Tuesday, May 11, 2010

All that glitters not gold

I am the calm before the storm

You will never strikes me twice
Be ware I have the chose
Do not put me in rice with wind
I am afraid you will be died
I can lose you father
But I will have the same character
I am like that love or hate
Please avoid my way, and you have the key
And after storm comes the sunshine
I do not need a rude,rough,old,selfish,weak FRIEND

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