As I grown up,
My essays became shorter
My words became slower
My thought became simpler.
I dont know why and I didnt wish to know.
This foreign feeling... Cant be explained.
This emotion is being pumped to all over my systems, limbs, muscles and cells...
Maybe it just a part of growing up...
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MindMatter
PoetryEvery living thing is not perfect, so do me. I bound to commit mistakes even when I don't even wish to. This book of poetry will tell you a little bit about my life. I'm not a nice person but I'm trying to be better. Our world needs more love.
