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You choose to stay still, But You confused with the silence. You choose to peer with the wind, Make the wind as one of your bests. But You hated its cold. You choose to run with your own feet, But You complained to the Sun. Still with you and the displeasure.
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
Human, Still.
You choose to stay still, But You confused with the silence. You choose to peer with the wind, Make the wind as one of your bests. But You hated its cold. You choose to run with your own feet, But You complained to the Sun. Still with you and the displeasure.
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
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