I want to touch the horizon
I want to touch the stars
I wanted that, when I was small
Why don't we wish the same things now?
How we became so mature?
I am not sure
But I think
That we forgot that we were kids one time
And I even don't know how to rhyme
Our selfishness
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Lame Thoughts
PoetrySome lame stuff. Someone told me that I should write poems, but I can't write poems. But if you're intrested, you can read.
