Content is infinity, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

Where is the toy i remember to play.
What if my road pave with regret.
Will you bring it back from dead.
Would you make it live to know my past.
How I was challenged to fullfill my emptiness.
How I was missed of her imagine youth.
How I was there to making the same.
How I was content by you and gone infinity to have you back.
Posted: 2014-09-27 00:51:22 UTC

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