Trembling nonsense,
When the silence was too loud,
You can clearly hear your heartbeat,
Straight into your ears,
And your chest feel so heavy,
"No one believes me"
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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...
