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The Lost Girl Aug 2018
It’s a confession
I don’t know single thing about you

But I think of you in every minutes
When will the universe decide to make our fate?
The Lost Girl Jul 2018
I talk to the world
May they hear my heart

I cry out my protests
May they know my problems


My words. Where are they?
The Lost Girl Jul 2018
I probably like you today
But I never know what’s the future will hold

I probably love you tomorrow
But the past is always lingering
The Lost Girl May 2018
The world is trying to dim your lights
But you have the candles.

The world is trying to pull you to face the brink.
But you survive.

The world is trying to trigger you to do things you wish never happen.
But you manage to run.

The world is trying to dry out your tears.
But your eyes never listen.

The world is trying to take your worth.
But you know how to pay back.

You are the world.
The Lost Girl May 2018
She is the worm.
The only worm who doesn't want to be a butterfly.
"Is it really needed?"
Why would she be a butterfly.
When she knows she was once a worm.
Why, why do people change?
When others know their origin.
She is not shy to be what she is.
She deemed that God is unfair.
Worm is also beautiful.
It needs to stay as it is.

— The End —