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Noth Mar 2020
Your heart's a long foggy bridge
between two mystical places.
From my wrecked self,
To your immeasurable love.
This foggy bridge is where I'm stuck. The fog's too thick and I can't seem to have sight of my goal. As I look for the right path I end up getting more lost.
Noth Mar 2020
I write in order for myself
to know how what's inside.
Thus I cannot feel on my own,
I employ words to be my guide.
Noth Mar 2020
I am now stuck.
Somewhere endless,
Somewhere unforgettably saddening,
Somewhere overwhelmingly depressing.
Brief introduction of my love story

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