can you hear me from above?

tell me, what's it like to be staying up above? is it all white and pure or is it just blind assumption that it's really a wonderful place.

you haven't been replying to me since the day that year's good friday.
let me see how are you doing before everything starts to crumble again.
i want to talk to you, i want somebody to hear me out. someone to accompany through the night..
those 12 years were precious moments for me. these 12 years basically etched an image of you into me. 12 years ain't very short.


I want to express myself loudly, so i can be myself once again. at least i can be truthful to you.




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