Gloomy morning, dark, rain and cold. Picturing what i feel this morning. Missing my dream, missing the times which passed by. It wont repeat but always beautiful to remember. He is someone whom i never meet but he is someone whose in heart.
I want have something as being my own. If one person, some people or world ignore, neglect, hurt, and break me I will be always have place to heal myself. Writing is homage and sanctuary. It will give me a chance to rest before face the mean world
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