Yet,
even you hate me,
for a thousand times.
Not even,
a single glance for me,
to hate you.
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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...
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Yet,
even you hate me,
for a thousand times.
Not even,
a single glance for me,
to hate you.
