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Most of the days I wonder
How I end up becoming sadder
Like weights pressed down my shoulder
And nights slowly getting colder.
I shrugged and shudder.
If only I'll catch a glimpse of wonder,
His cheerful attitude as we wander
Through the crowds and strangers
Maybe I'll get a little bit better.
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Altum Uchū: Beauty of Pains
PuisiA space meant for poems. The sufferings and pain of yesterday. And the pain of the what ifs and why nots. A mind works differently alone
