Of all the things I have given up half-way through, I miss this the most.
Shit. Sometimes, you just have to be that much stronger to hold on to love.
This is it, though. After semesters I am joining classes again.
It's time to go back home.
I was alone, this bird had flown.
1 comment:
I feel the same way about singing.
Go back home, I'm going too.
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