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I was one of those who used to count the tears I shedded, I was one of those who felt the butterflies everytime I was a bit trified. Yes, I was on of those who suffered silently, And was one of those who counted the crowd,  When I saw the fimiliar faces right here from the stage, with a very big proud. I'm one of those who always count the moments, I'm one of those who can't really know how should moments be counted, That's why,  I'm one of those who never know the time when they are asked, And I shall never be able to ask or answer the question . I will be one of those who will count the days, I wiil be one of those who will count all the times someone did something truly nice, And yes, Yet again, I've been one of those who say they're one of them, One of those who are longing to be somebody else, Somebody different, Nobody.

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Just when I thought they will forever divide my sorrow,

  I woke up to know they are gone, blackened tomorrow.

Living an empty life,

I lost my guardian and my wife,

 There are some questions remain

Like the s of the rain.

 hanging on the ceiling,

Well-tied to the sprigs of the tree,

But eventually falling,

Down on me.

 

I shall count the moments,

all the empty moments which have left.

 how should moments be counted?

 I will ask myself until my moments will be over.