I miss that beautiful love story we were writing.
Millions questions locked me in the prison.
Prison that have full of mosquitoes.
They bit me both sides.
They sing twenty four hour.
I really miss peace.
I know I broke the glass,
that I use to drink water when thirsty visited.
I know the glass is gone,
Gone forever,
but the river still flowing.
Please remember those good moments.
Please released me in this prison.
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