I sat down,
while my hand's writing down on endless paper. Wind in the evening hit different. I looked around and people passed by. The sound of laughter can be heard. Never thought the feeling of lonely can be this hurt. My heart's bleeding itself, without me knowing. The presence of tears on my face slowly started to feel heavier.
I should just hold on for a little bit right? This won't be forever.
"You're hurting, fool'
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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...