When I was a poem

When I was a poem

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"Love has no boundaries. Love don't have limitations." She still stocked on the pain she feels for a longer time. And still hunting in her own dreams. Let's take a back step for her to find her self, and also to find out what's make her more miserable than before.
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The longer you have to wait for something, the more you will appreciate it when it finally arrives, the harder you have to fight for something, the more priceless it will become once you achieve it and the more pain you have to endure on your journey the sweeter the arrival at your destination, all good things are worth waiting for and worth fighting for, But what would happen if you feel like your waiting for something that isn't going to happen? and fighting for something and fighting against something are two different things, and what if the more pain you endure, is the more bitterness your destination be.

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