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live your own life
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My dear Moon I am killing the weeds Which grew with me To reflect your image From the surface to the depth of my heart; Though I am just one among the thousands of ponds It rained in the morning And I was drenched with visuals Of flower petals leaning to the raindrops (courtesy to this line: my friend’s lyrics) Like the ever-loving shores to the tides the train is crowded and i am sweating under the fan. In the rush where one can hardly breath, I could see a familiar face near the window.
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