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Monday, April 30, 2018

when the spring knocks souls doors.


One of us was so selfish in his love, one of us had been sold for free when thought he was above.
Who had lost dreaming, who still can't bearing, who was the wound and who was spreading fake feeling.
i haven't coming back for blaming you, i haven't  come back to recall our memories too, but i do miss you when the spring knocks souls doors.

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