"Silently wishing for a change that would never come;
I wither away like an unloved flower."
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The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Puisi* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
Wither Away Like An Unloved Flower.
"Silently wishing for a change that would never come;
I wither away like an unloved flower."
