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every time i'll see a shooting star, i would always wish for your happiness and think of your smile that seems very far. wishing your happiness is the least i can do to ease the pain the world kept on bringing on your wondrous yet falling life.
i would feel the tears rushing down to my cheeks as soon as i hear your voice crying for your parents are fighting again and you can't to anything to stop them. darling, you don't know how many times i kept on disturbing my guardian angel just to assure that your pillows are correctly assigned to hug you when you sleep.
darling, someday, i can finally stop wishing and just continue my living with you but for now, let me believe in shooting stars, 11:11s, and even in wishing wells for i know that someday, everything i kept on wishing will come true—that someday, i can finally hold you.
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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...
