Your footsteps,
Your voices,
Your appearance,
Your shadow,
that keeps me awake and aware,
that haunts me every single day and night,
and makes crying is my day routine,
and finally,
someones asks me,
"what was the reason that made you this way?"
and my answer is,
"them".
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Color Of Life (A Collection)
PoetryMy mind keep thinking, thinking until I can't feel again. This will be never-ending, but who knows if one day I'll give up, it's the day I can feel right again, it's the day I feel like my story is enough. . . . "What if someone's heart want to live...
