Personal Literature

Clipped Wings

I want to feel your warm
Laughing together, have a tour together – again

But then, the more I getting over sensitive, the more I realize ..
and the questions churning inside me
Is it me who abandon them, or is it me who’ve been deceived?

The more I know,
The less I want to understand …
that maybe, evil made of a brokenhearted angel!


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