Turning ugly as days
passed.
Time never stopped.
Lost hair, skin wrinkled
and turns rotten brown as a tree trunk.
Am at the edge, edge of
the world that never was beautiful for me.
As my clock stopped.
I fell just like crushed
paper.
ATONEMENT
It's a thing that I couldn't keep it for myself. Someone trusted me, somebody did tell me, but I couldn't keep it for myself. I ...
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It was a happy day. Never was different from any other day. The dusk was bit cozy. The nonversation was too short between us, alwa... -
It's a thing that I couldn't keep it for myself. Someone trusted me, somebody did tell me, but I couldn't keep it for myself. I ... -
I can’t believe that the world in which I live in is all just a fake word. I can’t even believe that the world where I live in is o...
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