Wants lost through solemness. Fades like air. But I’d never die without it. Waved, washed. Claimed, unclaimed. Sorrow overwhelms logics. Seriously? Too foolish. Too naive. Nay freedom ain’t here. But…
Category: Chapter 8: In the end
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.~
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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…