My little daughter came to me with a photo in her hand and asked," Who is this boy?"
I smiled, as a tear rolled down my cheeks. Years had passed.
Yet I couldn't explain who you were to me.
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PoetryHi! so let's get to the point I have already spilled my feelings in my first Filter (A book of qoutes) And I am also ready to mess up with your feelings Give it a try I bet you'll love it👀
