that night,
cold wind
and miserable
breeze,
accompany him
his head
full of
endless thoughts
and what if's.
under the moonlit sky,
he stood
as I heard
his silent cries
and
felt his fears.
I became an
overthinker myself
just by worrying
about one.
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 9:41 AM UTC
that night,
cold wind
and miserable
breeze,
accompany him
his head
full of
endless thoughts
and what if's.
under the moonlit sky,
he stood
as I heard
his silent cries
and
felt his fears.
I became an
overthinker myself
just by worrying
about one.
060121
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