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During the early time of the morning
A story knocked on my door.
She was there to tell me
About the hot summer days,
And the cold winter mornings.
I let her in.
We sat down and she
Started to speak.
She told me about my childhood
Which was one of the best times.
She recalled about the broken tooth
And the wicked smiles.
Then she told me about my teenage
The era I have so much hatred.
Listening to her
Narrating the mistakes I've made
It was better in the past and it can get worse in future
But what matters is to have faith...
Then all of sudden her melodic voice came to an hault.
And when I asked why she stopped,
She said, after this there's a lot of things that broke you apart,
Smiling at her I said
But that's alright. I'm a different person now
What broke me, only made me stronger
And the ones who broke me are no longer (in my life).
With a sigh she continued...
And when it was her time to leave
She gave me a piece of advice.
Which I don't remember
Cause during the whole time
I wasn't alive...