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Oct 2018
I read our past conversation to remind myself
How your every words is like a home we built in a desert
How the every part of you is like an oasis,
The only thing that make a desert comforting.
But as the days pass by,
I start to wonder.
What am I doing in a desert in the first place?
Sometimes reminiscing the past could be comforting but there are also times when we are just wasting time fo
r things we can't change.r
Written by
Ivan Lee
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