Can I feel you?
I can not feel myself.
Can I love you?
I can not love myself.
Can I get you mine?
I can not get myself.
You are in a bad emotional, I said.

Yes, I am myself

And I start to write the words
And I write it by my bloods
And I write it in the white board
And I do not want it be sold
And I will say it a masterpiece of gold
And I will keep it in my hold
And I lose it
And I never be glad

I love seeing people smile.
I love happiness.
I feel it when I get sadness.
I don't hate sadness.
Because both of two relate each other.
I love myself getting two.
But I hate myself in between.
I don't feel anything.

I
sit
here
smoking
cigarretes
at
1
in
the
morning
and
order
you
from
my
mind.

Don't let the tears fall.
I can no longer hold it.
I am damaged.

I see myself walking in the night sky, taking the moon home, and letting you stay in the best place of my heart.

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