LAST SUMMER

LAST SUMMER

Why am I always afraid that when Summer arrives, I’ll never be good enough to be saved? The pain is so great, it makes me doubt that last Summer was my last chance, and each Summer before I wasted. I’m in really deep now, somehow I have to believe, continue writing, not caring, smiling instead of crying, laughing instead of fretting in order to believe good days are yet to come. In this way, the pain won’t be as bad, this pain that makes me so sad.

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