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The Bench
This wooden beat old bench
How much despise, and how much disgusted do I be of this?
This pathetic rigid bench, only occupied by one and a half, how I longed that it be better.
Just sitting on it, makes me wish that
The meaning behind be for a better.
Because at the clueless moment,
It's swollen into a dark deep hole, and I am not in the park anymore.
It's funny to think the utter thought that I sit, and it's a complete different story and the meaning of something so ordinary turned into opposite.
But this bench, how I wish to take the life if it even had one!
Why can't I be accompanied by the one who takes my sorrows within the heart.
For the one I wish to to love the certain love I cradle with.
And there's the image of four: the hurt, the lonely boy, the love struck idiot, and the saddened.
