Gemipol Memoirs
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Last published Tue, Apr 10, 2018
It's all about the smooth, plain, curvy, rainy, stormy, and rocky road experienced of life.
Stand still and be courageous.
If no one likes what belief you believe in your life Just go and stand for.
Even others againts it.
I fall, wounded, and cry.
But I pull back in my own path of road.
Detour, crawl, run but never stop chasing.
Live life to the fullest in wonder of wanderer.
My life, my rule, my happiness.
I am me the only version of Me.
Poems in this book Originally compose, think and written by my own self. Whatever I feel I write it down to exhaust the unknown feeling and said the unsaid thought in things.
Started : 10/17/17
Ended :
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