I torn my nights,
burned my days,
work hard,
for making beautiful tommorow and yestordays...
Passion i grew,
tallent i watered,
shelter them in you,
and planted them in me....
Strongly i dreamed,
strongly i framed,
but i dnt know why,
my inspirations only emerged it all as subjectivity.....
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