Here without her,
is a man,
without concious.
Counting the days,
As the time,
passes by.
Waiting for her,
Is a man,
Without progress.
I can’t tell,
What is changing,
His mind.
Does This Mean I’m Moving Forward?
February 11, 2021
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You passed the test,but you don’t remember.Seasons changing,it’s always December.Clean the stitch,until you feel better.Go through the gate,until you you figure,what it’s all about. I wish
