Like an old black and white photograph, the fader it gets, the more grateful I'd be to cherish every moment I've spent with them for these nine... ten...years time now? Those moments when I always feel blessed, and deeply loved, through my dumbest, ugliest shape.
(DoAn- H.O.S Cokroaminoto, August 2, 2012)
Like a fire extinguisher, they tame my worries, my cries. Turn my every sadness to comfort.
Never let me get carried away by my thoughts of negativity. They're probably, ones of my last resort to keep me sane.
Some may say, "People change."
Gladly, to me, they never did.
Indira
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