I'm just so tired
I carry black eyes of a panda everyday
I'm so irritable now, should I just stay away
anyway,
there's always a way out
for you.I'm so confused by what we were, used to be and are.
What were we back then?
Even so,
I'll smile as even if I'll never see you again.In the minds of sad people
There is only one question mark.
Why.
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Plethora [Of Poetry]
PoesíaLike watching a play of emotions from the front row seats. Plethora. _________________ Plethora [Of Poetry]. Original Poetry By @JeonDaokookie.