We all have ghosts, remorse, dreams, things we love and hate. One day something in life - a word, a phrase, a song, something in a book - clicks, and part of that world takes on a special meaning. And you realize you have a story to tell.
i was stood near the balcony and stared into distance, nothing came into view but night sky and some images. i couldnt persuade myself that it's really gone. day 40 where the heck am i?
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