還是瞎著走路
起起跌跌
兜兜轉轉
但開始感覺到
陽光停留在臉上的微溫
嗅到出口的青草味
手被牽著時
掌上的那質感
淚大概從不白流
this has really been a trace I've left of what I've been through, during my most critical times of growing up - and hence I would like to continue this journey here, so that I can keep a record of my life. Thanks for sharing this with me.
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