She is not like flower, Idol, or like anything.
She is being.
She can think.
She can understand.
She has some reasons to smile and cry for..,
She may have some dreams and wishes to follow on..,
She is being..
I'm fine somehow, running behind the days, and it goes by. I'm trying to chase it for my rhythm, but I couldn't. I am trying. y...
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