At the end of the day I don’t always want your pretty smile, Rather I want your tiresome eyes looking for my arms to lean on and take a nap, At the end of the day I don’t want you to bring joy to my after-work times, Rather a bowl of hot soup with some…
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I don’t want to be Sad
I don’t want to be sad, but it always finds the edge of my cover and pull it off, making me vulnerable. I hide every inch of my feelings from it, buried in secret, neither to be found nor to be discovered. Am I too rude to accept it or too weak to deny it?…
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