Every day I work like a usual person
It means I eat breakfast and...
But every night it seems I'm another one
I miss you
I think about you
I think about some ways that I can make you happy
I think about future with you
and...
when I find myself
It is dawn
And I become a usual person again
Maybe it seems funny
How ever it is fact
tabasom
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