But it’s really hurt to think about the past.
All beautiful things used to do and feel for last.
I can’t stand to remember all the things,
The way it started, proceed, and ended.
Hurtful, yes. But beautiful.
And the time really passed by,
And will keep passing by and by.
Awfully, I have a year of time to remind
Alone by myself, hopefully, right on the lake
Thinking about tired of working the most
About tears and madness
Alone while staring at the greenish blue water
At the rocky shoreline I’ll shed my tears in remembering…
-p.puteri
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