Yesterday seams to me like sadness
and it's still a discontinous pain
shining like a poor star.
My eyes closing early, before you ain't going.
Leave this paper and I'll write you something
a good-bye maybe!
Can I understand this poem?
These words hurt me
and I still keep going
alone!
sorry about my English. I tried to be understood by myself, not by you!
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