Sometime i just love to write poem/feeling even though my "ah mo" is damn sucks like "C- to D+" standard but he said "How about those don't even know how to write ABC yet can preach my words."Ok. This is God assurance to me. Anyway, i wrote this last friday while on my way back home and a poster inside my school caught my attention to write ....
I'm running too fast until i don't recognize myself.
When i look at the mirror, i wondering who this person is facing me
Without reaction, without smile but filled with worries and struggles
who am i?
A monkey swinging around this world or waiting for death to come
Somehow you come into my life and save my soul
when you ask this question again "Who am i?"
I'm just reply “I am yours”
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