So what am I searching for, through the wee hrs each night?
I'm not too sure.
My ego perhaps.
Or a little tinge of comfort.
beyond words
My Words
Sometimes I forget
Most of the times I assume
But if you'll ever to wonder
Le me assure, I still love you.
Most of the times I assume
But if you'll ever to wonder
Le me assure, I still love you.
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