So here I am seating on my own,
Flipping over the old post that I used to own,
Laugh as I was the very own,
Sadden by the fool that I used to own,
Seems nothing going to change past that has been own.
So I shall fold my past into a box,
Of full of emotion this Pendora box,
But I shall never forget this little box,
Nor I will never loosen my very Pendora box,
There would be a day it would appear as joyful box.
So I pack myself again,
Tighten up my feeling once again,
Figure to find myself again,
Under those words and poem once again,
And thicken myself to re-run this blog all over again.
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