|Content is infinity, by George Chow|
Where is the toy i remember to play. What if my road pave with regret. Will you bring it back from dead. Would you make it live to know my past. How I was challenged to fullfill my emptiness. How I was missed of her imagine youth. How I was there to making the same. How I was content by you and gone infinity to have you back.
|Posted: 2014-09-27 00:51:22 UTC|
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