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it was all i wanted someday— grow up every morning with you and watch how the dawn kisses the newly born sky.
it was all i wanted someday— watch you sip on your coffee while you're watching and letting your eyes be amused with the raindrops kissing our window.
it was all i wanted someday— waste our rest days by listening to multiple soundtracks we used to love when we were young and cook cookies that will be burnt because we don't know how to create one.
my somedays are already happening in your own story, but sadly, you're doing those with someone else there, not with me.
i'll just keep these somedays on my diary because in here, we're the ones who are meant to be and not meant to end.
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Proses with its Roses
PoetryWe all have pain inside us, inside those softhearted yet tough hearts and it's on us on how to express it, how to ease it, and how to control it. Painters grab their brushes to express. Singers grab their microphones to express. Dancers grab their s...
