Our next days,
maybe will not as our old days.
I wrote this for you,
and I don't know why.
I recognized you,
you know?
YOU ARE READING
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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Our next days,
maybe will not as our old days.
I wrote this for you,
and I don't know why.
I recognized you,
you know?
