Can you hold my hand
Once again,
And give me strength?
I've spent my weekends thinking so much. So much...
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I start to doubt if it's going to work out.
Now, it's not a matter of whether we're willing or not, I guess. It's not our choice. This time, it's different. Cause it doesn't depend on what our decision is. Hon, help me.
I still couldn't figure out: How am I suppose to stay away from you when we're already 250 kilometers apart?
Sighed. Why couldn't they understand? Why?
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My 'Betrayal' poem. Managed to finish the poem in a sec, cause I found back the saddening feeling I felt once.
Breathing in your harsh words
Every single of them unveiling your true mask
Terrified
Rising anger
And suddenly I feel like I don't know you
You broke your promise
And walked away
Leaving behind, only me and my broken heart.
