hello ... my esteemians friend this time wrote poetry about love, please you read below.
Why the world ... Why do you match my old cuts ... I buried many years ago ... Still not satisfied, did you see me dying without meaning ... Until when did you play my lost race ... I often used to be cheerful in laughter ... Just to cover the floor of my heart that is wet because of tears ... But, you again act without pause ... I was guilty of knowing love ... I should never have touched it in life ... And let my crita walk without taste ... Didn't before I really know everything ... But the seed grew in the garden of my heart which was barren .. After he flushed it with tenderness and impatience ... But when I believed it ... He threw away my race like precious garbage .. Answer me ... Please answer me ... Why do you have to open the stitches of my old back ... Why ... Why ... Answer me ... Don't you be quiet and go away ... I'm here waiting for your answer .. nku ... Enough .. How long do you keep bothering me ... How long ... ??? Never make me crazy for a number of times
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