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August 12, 2018
I want to be a place when you come without knowing the way back
I want to be a tree that tries not to fall despite being hit by a storm of wind
If you know, hopefully my message is delivered by the wind and reaches your lap
Sometimes, your silence is both horrible and longing
Sometimes the short words comes from your mouth very sharpen and very warm
You actually escape from my sight, but always feels in my heart
How to refuse to remember you
How to try to survive from you
Your eyes on me?
Maybe not me!
refused, denying only further added injuries
Waiting that never ends
Feelings that begin to strengthen in my heart
In the end, hopefully in time there is still myself, yourself or even ourself.
dewinta
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