Why do I not feel empowered enough to develop my own feel of complacency now?
When I read your blog, why do I feel such jealousy?
How different are we?
Is simplicity really your bliss?
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Which way have I taken?
How have I been walking?
Or have I been chasing pavements again?
What to blossom?
What do I know?
When a withered,
tells the gloom.
Then it'd be back and forth,
nevertheless,
endlessly.
Hello stranger.
Goodbye friend.
the lone sun.
the lonelier sun.
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