What story can be told,
If all of them had been unfold,
What could I do if the rumours had been spread already?
Why was I so needy?
I kept calling for people,
Because I was so little,
I was so immature,
To even understand this big world,
I kept crying and I hated it,
From the beginning,
Acting like I was a child,
I kept saying "I regretted it",
I wanna say "I'm sorry" but nothing will go back;
Just the pain and nightmares of the past.
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♡ The Sky Looks Beautiful ♡
PoesiaHi!It's me Younha again.I'm here with another book.But it's a poetry book where I would let all of my feelings into words which what I'm really great at. ~Vote and Comment~
