The mind is floating like a meaningless dust
As I seek each corner to look what is missing and what I’m losing
I begin to wonder what makes me so less compassionate about,
What makes me so dark,
What makes me think that there are million things to fix
when I couldn’t find anything that broken..
Things are splattered out there
All I need to do is, put the pieces together
Yet, it won’t be the same..
HEY THERE..
how are you my beautiful stranger ?
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