I don't think I'm okay.
Even the brightest star that day is not very bright.
I want rain but I want to see the stars.
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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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I don't think I'm okay.
Even the brightest star that day is not very bright.
I want rain but I want to see the stars.