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unknown Oct 1

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We lost our destination in life,
a path that should be our guide
became tangled with uncertainty.

As we look back,
to those days that were full of freedom,
our past now transforms
into a neverending story.

unknown Oct 1

In the middle of the night

Night consumed
by the moon's light,
a guide for her journey.

She keep walking
through the dancing grass,
crickets' sounds
resounding throughout.

A path
awaits her
to explore.

unknown Aug 13

5 weeks

5 weeks left until we walk our separate paths.
5 weeks left, and a bunch of stories I wanted to tell, just to entertain the butterflies in my stomach.
5 weeks left, and still, I have no guts to confess these feelings.
5 weeks left. I wonder, what if I had done this, or done that—would there be any difference between us?
5 weeks left, and I am missing you so much.

5 weeks left until our graduation.