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
Sadness Pain
Sadness, Once again says, 'Hello'. Slowly crawling and dipping in, Now, it becomes my fellow. Pain, Begin to creep. Embrace my inn...
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