At my own disposal like a priest of the holy place, I turned to every page of an old diary, attempting to re-write of nothingness!! Some words still long for the untraceable memory, some are just erased significantly!!
That comes from a long way, that moment of eternity, that memory of foregone nights, that yellow pages of an old diary, I still tend to tear it off like worn out cloths, shed it away without a mercy, like you did, like you walk away, without even leaving behind trace of your footsteps!!!
That comes from a long way, that moment of eternity, that memory of foregone nights, that yellow pages of an old diary, I still tend to tear it off like worn out cloths, shed it away without a mercy, like you did, like you walk away, without even leaving behind trace of your footsteps!!!
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