Those wounds.
have anyone tried to treat them for you..? who wrapped the bandage to every wounds..? who wiping those diamonds that falling through your cheeks..? who helped you when you're falling to the ground..?
For a moment i say, "Myself."
Then my Heart screaming, "God."
Who am i to be arrogant?
Do i think Without him, i can walk through this path and survived?
i'm plain, weak, and empty.
Nothing i can do without his mercy.
- Leno
23:45, Wed, 25 September, 2024.
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A Letters, From A 15 Years old.
PoetryA Letters from a 15 years old that pray could help anyone who needed to get a reminder of how precious they are. you are meant to be where you are right now. you are doing good, and maybe just maybe, may this book could help and heal every broken so...
