Cold….
Pain…
Those had always in my heart…
Stabbing me all over and over again…
But why,,,
Thousands paper…
I had written about these pain and coldness…
The same time I cried…
The same time I wished…
Why… When… Will I,,,
Always in my mind..
Many times I had wrote it..
Many times I heard no answer….
I had give up for long time…
And yet…
My hand still reaching out for someone…
Is there hope?
For me…?
I’m tired of hoping…
I’m tired of wishing….
But…
What can I do..?
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