such a still night tonight. i wish there's a stir of wind, a hello.
from you. to keep the leaves a-flutter.
why won't the stream flow smoothly?
why won't you throw the stone to keep the ripples going?
here i am. stuck in the mud. planted at my feet by everything that i made myself build.
the ice melted and froze. again and again.
the only problem is how i kept letting the mistake repeat itself again.
just cos i can't help it.
le sigh.
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