Unsend.
If I unsend all of these,
what will everything's gonna be?
My last goodbye to you.
If there was a slight chance,
for me,
to hear your voice again.
"Hi, I'm sorry,"
Thank 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...
