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Dec 2019
See, I am waiting for the sun to come up.
One of my favorite, right?
Until my eyes are exhausted, and my mind will twisted,
I will still patiently waiting for my daylight.
Though it's lonely and dark...
I'd still choose to stay
until the dew drop on my forehead.
'Coz waiting are for those soul who really treasure what's beyond the horizon;
and those who believe that life isn't fair.
For my daylight.
Ms L
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