While looking at the lights, my mind go back in time to the good old times. Where the troubles in life were blimps in the sky, world filled with heart warm kiss, wishing those times never died. As i wake from my dream escape, realizing that dream put a smile on my face when its been age's seeing my face like this. I cry for those times to be happy once more before it's time to go.
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Author:
Juan C. (
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