You were in my heart
You opened the door,
you just need to go out
I pleased you to be patient with me,
coz a door to an damaged room will be close till someone comes to fix it
But then,
you went
They told me that someone will be a person who fix it
But my fearness don't wanna open the door again
Coz maybe person who's just goes in to fix,
then damage it as more as before
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2.58 A.M Thoughts
Poetryhe said that i used to be his favorite book, but he ripping off my pages to write her a novel
