The sky starts to get brighter by seconds, and I know I should keep the imaginary rain of mine remains in my imaginations inside me.... I bear a hope - a hope that tells me this will last long. A hope that defines every stupid thought of mine. A hope that one day - one day, I'll be able to watch the sunrise....
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d'ohhhh.. 74% of Judging.. :O
That should be more with the disregarding of that statistic :P
Honestly, i am not good at judging; only i can analyze.. and will be judge by the its result..
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