Wednesday, January 3, 2007

first posting

what the meaning of life, live, and love. no one knows well, neither do i. i always presume that the world in his increasment, always leave a trail that some one could read it. someone called it the history. someone else called it memories. in this night i always know that i life alone, live alone, and loveless. but who want to be alone. no one could be. im prayبسم الله الرحمن الحيم in some day i could find my one love. cheerfull love

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