Sunday, October 18, 2015

Boring poet

Life is a long way as every boring poet likes to say.. You learn, you grow, you step forward and you move.. You fall down, you look up, you try, you cry.. Sometimes, after something really big, you find yourself walking next to the beach with your best friend.. Pitty is that your best friend is your only friend; and then you realize that you are actually walking alone, as the boring poet like to say..

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