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The clock ticks everyday,
And the time still
goes by,
I waited,
At the door;
For to long,
Maybe days and months,
Could count;
And waited,
As staring at the window,
Different season went by,
glimpsing,
Couldn't think more,
But appear to be
I'm still waiting.
~ivy~
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Note To Self
PoetryThere are so much of things and stuffs that we could relate our self with but sometimes we didn't bother to note it and when the time comes we'll be drawn out of clue on what's happening around us. So, note to self is one of the best idea if you lea...
