And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
And now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.

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wonder how long can i keep going.
i still cant forget all the good memories we had.

"I didn't accept your request by myself ,Skype did it ,and u got the call because it was an accident. ...I moved on ,right now. ,sorry about the mistake. forget it and Be happy. Good Luck."

gaming my pathetic lonely life away.
down the abyss of madness, pitch-black and bone-chilling cold.

what am i thinking, someone who actually care about me? hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhaahahhahhahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaHAhhahahahahahahahahaHahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahAHAHahahahaha ...