To you,
Love is like riding a bike.
At first you will fall.
When you fall for the first time,
You still carry on, no matter how much it hurts.
Making friends with you was a choice.
But falling for you, I had no choice.
Wherever I go, I look for you. You are never there. I know you never will be. I still look anyway.
HAHAH!!! KENTAL SAK HEALME!!
K BYE!!
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