When?
When will I once again feel the warmth of an embrace?
When will I once again have that blissful smile on my face?
When can I once again run in circles with my friends?
When can I once again not think of how the day ends?
Until when?
Until when can I stop thinking about what to do everytime?
Until when can I stop fearing like I've done some sort of crime?
Until when do I have to live in fright?
Until when must I hide what I write?
When can I go back to the things before?
Until when I should I wait to be a child once more?
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Fall
PoetryAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
