POEM
Once, I came to blend with everyone,
met some friends and met someone.
Thought they were real,
and he is the one.
I gave out my best,
soon I feel ill and dumb.
I distanced myself,
thinking it would make any sense.
Everything was fine at first,
but became a blurry vision afterwards.
Questioning myself became a hobby of my life,...
met some friends and met someone.
Thought they were real,
and he is the one.
I gave out my best,
soon I feel ill and dumb.
I distanced myself,
thinking it would make any sense.
Everything was fine at first,
but became a blurry vision afterwards.
Questioning myself became a hobby of my life,...