At some point, It was, At that certain point. It’s lost. At that moment. It’s gone. And forever has disappeared. Into its own darkest corner. That’s when, I succeeded. ~S.H.~
Category: Chapter 8: In the end
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At times like this, I’ll take my bike. And go as fast as I can. As far as I can. Take my tears off to some faraway place. Wash them…
The world is lost, like a piece of raft, in a stormy sea. No peace, its voice was drowned in sounds. It is gone. It is gone. There are no…
Delicacy has lost it’s touch. Like the city of Atlantis, forgotten. It is now the age upfront criticism. And a banner of wants. I’d wish it never left. Subtility…