Let me not write my thoughts, for my hand solely scribble the struggle of the lost kid in me.. thus revealing the battered side this soul with great effort had tried to omit in the naked eyes.
Let me not move, for every motion this tender body make relives the long time dead passion of the used to be "other piece".
Shut my mouth, It can only speak of him.
Cloud my mind, It can only think of him.
Freeze my body, It lives for him.
been a prisoner for a long time already, badly needed a parole.
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