August
which
people will miss me
when i assimilate in the night;
then stars will give better feelings;
but now
only rain hug me when i lonely cry;
every
night i see different dreams;
when good
it's spring
what you builded and raised;
when bad
it's the late autumn and holy falling leaves
can someone hear me
like you at stary nigth ?
know, everyone hate my feels
i know, only one not. Its u my light
killing social life for be alive;
u know, mustn't cry;
of course, so bad always and tonight;
but now while we alive let all be nice;
because u moon.
my;
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