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7d
Even the fastest runner
couldn’t catch his love.
He watched her walk away

Even the best painter
couldn’t capture his lover—
something was always missing.

Even pure things
carry a little stain.
Even love
holds some pain.

So tell me, Mom… Dad…
why must I keep going on,
when even the good kids don't ?
Written by
RED  17/F
(17/F)   
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