missing someone ft. a river – pt. 2
why coudn't life just go by with a swift breathe of fresh air?
like a simple a game of truth or dare?
sometimes the river flows softly,
sometimes the river flows roughly.
sometimes you'll see your reflection once you look at the water,
sometimes you'll see someone who lives because she mater.
sometime you'll see birds getting fishes living under,
sometimes you'll see birds just hanging over a branch above the water.
sometimes people could stay,
sometimes people would fade away.
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