I stood infront of her as I greeted her a "Happy Birthday",
Tears welled up in her eyes and it slowly slid down her chubby cheeks,
I wiped the tears falling from her eyes and smiled,
I said, "It's just the three of us. Me, Myself and I."
I smiled into the mirror and turned my back on it.
"Since when will I get used to being alone in my birthday?"
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Nightingale (A Poetry Collection)
Поэзия:a small brown European bird that sings a beautiful song especially at night. Just some random poems I had in mind... I usually thought of this around nighttime hence the title XD Btw, all of this doesn't make sense ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌ This book is dark, please...
