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then I always believed that nothing's impossible
However,
The
more I walk, the more I realize
There
are things made not for me
'though
I want it wholeheartedly,
'though
I fight for it 'till half-death,
'though
I think about it every single time...
Too
far for my little hands to reach
Too
beautiful you blinding my eyes
Too
adamant your heart for me to waver
Maybe,
just maybe, do I think too high of myself?
That
I want him whom I can't reach
but
how couldn't I want him
if
there isn't any reason not to love him?
The
more I walk the more I realize
You're
not meant for me
So,
help me to let you go
Help
me to throw this hope and feeling away to the end of the world
So
it can find the new love where it can perch on
The
more I walk the more I realize
my
feet are tired...
the
steps are trembling
May
be I should stop here,
or
may be take a break for a while on the street-side,
or
may be turn on the intersection
or
should I walk a little more to find a shelter?
Either
from you or the other who has been waiting for me
in the end of the
intersection
Help
me to answer
Please.....