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Words 49.

I’d thought about keeping a notebook of what we would go through each day but I can never find the time because I’m infatuated by your presence every minute.

Words 47.

I am sensitive and it hurts me so that you are lost, Lost in love, Hurt by it, The affairs you acquaint yourself with, The stories you told are hollowed not with regret, But with absence of passion, I can merely listen, Any suggestions given would only lit you with deeper sadness, I am sensitive and it hurts me so.

Words 45.

Red reminds the colour of the ang paos during Chinese New Year, So grand and prosperous, Green reminds me of the grass I lay my back on the open meadow, So serene and quiet, Blue reminds me of the ocean, So brilliant and pure, Grey reminds me of how minimalistic and messy my mind is, So kempt and curious.