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Jul 2019
Every time I think of you
I always thought of a second chance,
A second chance that will never be
And it will never be.

Thought of something
But it ends up of nothing,
Just dreaming and hoping
Just sleeping and wake up when it's morning.

You're my dream and hope
You're my fantasy in my fantastic,
Dreams isn't reality
But I don't want to stay awake.

I wish we could be together
The way we are yesterday,
But I know imagining is just a fantasy
And suddenly it will breaks.

I wish I could be a wind
That can whispher you everyday,
Though you're apart
But my eight letters always abide, I Love You.
wizmorrison
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wizmorrison  22/F/Elm Street
(22/F/Elm Street)   
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