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Hopefully I Wasn't Too Late.

I seating alone by the window,
Pet by the moon light shadow.
My eyes has never been that swollen,
I have reach the point of fallen.         
Desperately seeking comfort,
But there isn’t any suitable port.
If only I could meet your clone,
I wouldn’t have faced it alone.

I could still hear your whisper,
It has never gone my dear.
I still feel your touch,
Not supposed to miss you much.
The only way for us to unite,
Cut that selfishness with knife.
Yet here I’m standing still,
Mourn over the past that kill.

Millions thought racing in mind,
Chasing cars in my head.
Poor heart took the struggle,
Misery drop by giggle.
I begged for energy to run,
Start the journey of seeking fun.
Remove all the sins I worn,
Push for a new me to born.

You said nothing is impossible,
So stop making yourself terrible.
Forgive me being such ignorance,
Thank you for being tolerance.
There isn’t any time to waste,
Gear up for the challenge face.
Soon I will be all awake,
Hopefully I wasn’t too late.

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