Sometimes I step back from words,
not because I am wrong...

hibernate when life turns cold and loud,
When people bruise my being, when the world feels...

My bus still passes by the place we knew,
where we once bought paints...

I am a masterpiece ,flawed but good
Every part of me beats real and bold...

I used to cook for you with open hands and heart,
You praised each dish, each careful part...

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Flashback: Badminton Court, November 20, 2016...

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Once upon a time, in years gone by...

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I lift my eyes...

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Dreams...

“I choose the depth, I skip the show,
I love my life and let it grow...

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Hold my hand oh, hold it tight once more...

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I was a dreamer, that’s what my mother used to...