Like a particular star you named, it was so hard to find when you looked above. Like how you lost a golden needle in a sea of haystack. Like the time when you jumped on water and tried to breathe. Like you know how you broke my trust.
Have you found that star yet? Have you seen that needle? Did you breathe underwater and realized you are not good enough to gain? Like that. Nothing happened. You can't.
My theory predicts everything. And that theory has one rule. Never trust that person. Well, i dont. Now, bye close connection, hello broken reputation.
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Nature And Poetry
PoetryYou must want to spend the rest of your life with yourself first
