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somehow, this night, i would want to walk down the street without letting your name cross my mind but just like every other day, i can't. i still can't.
seriously, i hate walking in streets alone because it reminds me of us; how you pull me in your side to protect me from swift vehicles, how you kiss my forehead in front of our gate, how you give warmth to my cold hands, and how you promise that you won't be like any other car that'll just pass by in my face and go away like a passerby.
maybe, just maybe, i am the other half of this old street in our town, no one stays here with me. people may standby for awhile but later on, they'll still leave and afterwards, pretend like they never knew me. everyone's just a stranger and it sucks that all of them once smiled at me.
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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...
