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Sunday, June 14, 2009 • 6:18 PM

This is a music video that I want to share. I've been thinking about my past. It's very far away. My destroyed past is a music speaker that breaks into pieces of wires and metals. I've been thinking about my friend who passed away since the accident. Some drunk driver banged to him. Man,I could not think about it. We're the same.We've the common things. I do see him as my closest friend. No one can enter his world and understand. Well,his friends knew but not his thoughts because his memories are my memories.

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