Others lives to their conscienceless,
Others are helpless and self-pour love,
Others bothered to flip one's books,
While some gossips around.
What about me?
Afraid to not recognize who really I am, some of this days or so...
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Pick Pinned
Poetrythese are my random poems about everything that were made of impossible diamonds and soft gems resembled as a realness of my poetic cloned emotions. whenever i'm busy handling my deep dive under the sea filled with stars and stripped of happiness a...
