It was form 4 back then,
where much innocence still applicable,
when I was still underage and yet to know how things work.
When a bee found its flower,
the feeling is just straightforward.
No hesitation, I used to be one of the bees.
Now
I always haunted by
things that I couldn't achieved back then.
Only to the realm of dream that I could possibly foresee future.
It's nothing.
At least I smile with tears when it all happens when I asleep.
At least for now.
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