Will life come to a hop-over?
I am running out of patience. When I do; I run, I hide and I shall never be found...
Realise things are far more beyond my reach, far beyond my control.
How can things be so hopeful yet disappointing at the same time?
Packing up my mental baggage and head through the door(s).
My name is ping which mean "ice" in mandarin... Maybe it's trying to tell me to be like a ice - cool and solid but eventually it melt and evaporate into the thin air when in the wrong hand.
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