Friday, April 14, 2023

My poetic soul in the class

You are just a little bug
Why do we even hug?

I see someone is crying
Why do I feel like I'm dying?

That someone might be the child in me
But I can't see her anymore with me

Why do I even bother to write
When I know that everything have an end.



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