Once again, she hid herself from me,
I guess I really ain't trustworthy.
You feel pathetic, right?
Like in past, I wish you were as bright.
"I'm fine," you say? I know you're not,
But I guess, all we do is hide stuff.
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Nightingale (A Poetry Collection)
Poetry: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...
