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COWS GO MOO !
7:48 PM
Jubilate III 
Your basket was filled with red roses for everyone,
And mine only had one.
You will never know, how much I wanted to give it to You.
You will never know, how much I wanted to make You smile again.
You will never know, how unaproachable You were that day.
You will never know, how hard it was for me.
And so it remains, this rose shall never look beautiful in Your hands.
Okay, so this shall be the last unhappy post, i shall bring my junk somewhere else, and all those fans of my rubbish, you can find my miserable blog somewhere else. And if there is such a thing as fate, maybe You will find it someday.