I'll tell you I send my misses to the wind.
Sometimes when I says it didnt bother, it did.
When I said it doesnt matters, it does.
Even when I dont want to know, the more I want to.
The more I see the more I'm into it.
I just wants it to disappear.
Disappears into the infinity and beyond.
Lock it in a chest and throw it out to the space.
Bury the key in the bottom of the ocean.
If being yourself is already hard enough, why are trying so hard to be me.
Get your own identity.You nimron!
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