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One day, when the night twinkling its lullabies. I thought i’m in the dark, playing with shadows and praying for the sun to rise. I thought the mess will go away like the moon phase. But like all half of gold you never escape, the night trembling coldly.

Those note you keep in the pocket, will always find you. Even though you shredded and left it alone. Midnight and memory lane are fond with the sonder just like you always know.

One thousand words and one thousand hugs, you will bored with the traffic of your own sorrow. It will never get better, you just have to be stronger.

I water the empty dream with comfort of your smile. I want to be the writer of your tears but not dare enough to sit too near. Wearing the same piano key all the time, then i woke up and everything looks worse.

One night everything turns blue and white. Then it heals…