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so here's a tiny confession of mine;

I don't have a solid reason for being miserable when I see them happy

but I often wonder, when will it be my turn?

all my what if, why, and when including whom

those questions have been hanging around since then

these thoughts living in its wilderness are rooted and bare naked

just like the lonely frames in the greatest exhibition arts center

for years I imagined myself as the wild waves but right now, 

I feel like I'm one of the hard stones slammed by those wild waves

it hit so it stung and it shaped.

lonely? yes I admit

yet I kind of hope I am way of average

,u12