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.
you know, its so blissful to have a black tea at midnight. its 1:49am now and am missing him. deep down i know he will be forgotten slowly, i should have do something i just need something to grip hard, the best is yet to come though
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