By the age of 19 I can say I've been through pretty a lot.
Lot enough to makes me realized that everything I believed in turned into nightmares, aches, changes, fades
and even worse, they're gone.
By the age of 19, I hurt till it doesn't hurt anymore.
I laughed it loud yet a sec after I sobbed real hard.
I gazed the past and thinking, 'How could I've been so stupid.'
Wondering what I up to and can't find the answer.
And it gets me like, either I should've been more prepared to face another breakdowns or stop giving the world my attention and chance to have my heart.
,
So you came up out-of-nowhere.
Craving to dig me deep and make me be your wishing well,
but I don't know how to warn you.
I'm drained, you'll see.
I got nothing inside but a cracked-soil.
I thought you'll leave but you seem sure of what you're doing.
Ensured me,
you don't make me a wishing well
instead of rained me so I feel useless and unwanted no more.
I warned myself you could turned into worse drought than it did before.
You could leave with no trace and leave me rethinking; how could i've been so stupid for many times.
You were the cannon ball pierced the wall I built. And win me as you never tried.
But I almost forgot to tell myself too you could be the most magical rain in the day you craft my smile and lasted for days.
Remind me that I still do have a life to figure out
rather than conceived hatred of what hurt me.
rather than conceived hatred of what hurt me.
I pace forward. The past bothered me no more.
Instead, it took me to the place where you can find me.
And I'm glad we met.
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