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Sunday, October 26

Rumor: The Deadliest Illness of Our World

I was not glad by the news
I heard from a friend
That you were already taken
So I lose hope for your love

Days passed by swiftly
Without even noticing it
But somehow I discovered
That everything was a lie

I made believe easily
Without confirming it personally
I did not have a courage to ask
Just let that thing as it was

Rumor spreads quickly
Whether it is good or never
All I can say is I'm sorry
I should keep this forever...

This poem is subject to be changed (anytime) by the writer...

1 comment:

  1. inspired??nice..
    hus the lucky one??
    may i know..
    :)

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