it is likely never been easy for me to show nearly every emotion exist. i'm kinda afraid if i'm gonna let anyone down, but, oh well,
not to mention THAT'S ALL they had done to me
yet, why am i such an idiot to give up my own feelings despite whatever had happened?
why can't i just live my damn life the way people live theirs
unbothered by what people say, whatever the fuck they been labeled
just casually laugh after their tearfully wonderful life
how come i always feel like i owe everyone everything?
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Jardin de Fleurs (Flower Garden)
PoetryA series of unconfessed emotions. Because life is just like a flower garden, it offers various path with their own colours, size, scents, even thistles and thorns. Sometimes we just need to sit, clear our mind a bit and be thankful to God for today'...
