SomeTIMEs the most precious thing,
Is what we always forget.
That someTIMEs we spend it all wrong,
That lost our chance to cherish those TIMEs.
We might want our TIMEs the most,
Yet we use it at the worst.
Jr.
Poetry of Dreams
Hear Me. See Me.
I can clearly hear you, Yet, I am deaf on my own, I can clearly see you, Yet, I am blind on my own. Deaf on my own voice, I only listen to...
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