I ran out of tears
I greeted all my fears
I wish they live a life,
that's full;
without the care
without the worry
of the world,
and of me
I will be here though
wishing your problems go away
that happiness touches your frey
hoping that someday,
you miss me, too.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 1:57 AM UTC
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