Sabtu, 15 Februari 2014

Those and I are Alike

Like hitting a balloon, easily going up and down Like an egg, easily cracking though looked strong outside Like the philosophy of Mimosa pudica, being sensitive for a touch Like waiting for eclipse appear in a rush, hoping too much for something I know it will be hard (can be impossible) to be happened. But still, giving a hope in it That’s me myself

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