Sometimes,
Things are meant to be left behind
Sometimes,
You want them to disappear and cry
But,
Sometimes,
You cry for joy
You cry for love
and You cry because they are part of you, your life.
I haven't write in a long time, and don't intend to continue.
We shall see how it goes, but I guess, this is an epilogue for now.
love,
-pRiS-
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