*When did I ran short of words,
it seems like I never had the courage to say.
The words I might have easily said
when I was young and now they are lost,
the mist of my growth into a man of wealth
I've gained and lost a hundreds of things,
one of them being the ease of uttering a sorry...*
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
*When did I ran short of words,
it seems like I never had the courage to say.
The words I might have easily said
when I was young and now they are lost,
the mist of my growth into a man of wealth
I've gained and lost a hundreds of things,
one of them being the ease of uttering a sorry...*
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