Once in our life,
we used to love teddy bear,
right?
That one teddy bear,
from our Christmas present,
or it's from our Grandparent's,
or even the one we're,
begging and crying for.
But,
the more we're growing up,
we left all the stuffs,
that we used to carry around.
Leaving them alone.
There's one time,
That I used to wish,
to be like teddy bear,
because I said,
no matter,
what people's said,
or did,
to the teddy bear,
it just smiled.
Can we being like a teddy bear?
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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...
