Poetry "orphans''
sometimes want it stepped forward looking for whom the identity of this, but the cry break the spirit.
my parents ,,,,,,,, why too soon you leave me, myself too early tuk independent living and still want to serve you.
want to all my heart met with you nostalgia this has been cover my Street, come to me while the second in my dreams and give the lights advice to navigate the darkness of my life.
We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.
Butuh waktu tuk melepaskannya
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