I've been counting day to day,
Make sure it will be carried away,
To be cared not being played.
Even though I said I'm okay,
How can you trust and just obey?
Don't you know I want you to stay,
Wish your attention to me are being payed.
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Poetry: Once a Little Word
PoetryLife is full of curiosity. When someone involved in something out there, I wonder how would they think. How will they react to it. Though nothing was serious. But I still wonder.
