Dec 11, 2017 18:35
Its the same cold all over again.
Doesn't matter how many years pass and doesnt matter how much I have grown up.
Its still the same cold ambiance.
No genuine smile.
No genuine praise.
Its feels like there is no love at all.
Just once.
Just once, please praise me with smile.
Just once, please talk to me with the same warmth and love you have shown to other.
Please, just once.
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