the epitome.
no reason, or rhyme.
no warning, or sign.
no idea of why.
then i wonder,
but it's yet another sigh.
i wish i knew,
maybe when i knew i'll wish i don't.
but i guess, i'll never know.
but all that matters to me since the start;
is just that muscle movement on your face.
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