Sky. What's up? I used to talk to you, remember? Haa such a fool, but I love the way you hear me. I always love your silenceness, your patient, your heartwarm things, your circulation system. Cry Dry Up and Cry again. Being complained by people. But do people ever heard why you cry? Why you dry? Why you up and down again? Hell no. Me, you, and our similarity.We keep it ourselves, we be silent, we hear them tweeting over and complaining us. Just hear. And always hear. Never complain back, never mad, that's us and our minuses. People complain, we here to be as quiet as we can. Rite?
And where are you now? Am I busy? Or you too busy to hear me once again? You cry a lot recently? Yeah me too.
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