Old Poem, Mukhsin
The minute i heard my first love story,
I started looking for you,
Not knowing how blind that was
Lovers don't finally meet someone,
They're in each other all along
We don't always find the one,
We carry inside us
But love is kind,
They give us second chances
I found mine
I hope you found yours to
-Mukhsin
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