My brain is not working fine.
Why?
My phone is always by my side.
My promises to myself is being broken.
Why?
I don't do them.
I am not sure if I am capable of love.
Why?
Because when I like someone, it's always impossible.
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I Write My Mind Here
PoetryThere are secrets that you can't tell someone even those who are closest you.
