it's hard.i know it is hard for you not to say anything.i wish. i am not but still i wish to see you....smile again.
the edge of forgetting is a hard and rough way to climb on.i have been through it with cuts and bruisers.all i did was trying to get away from all the traps.i found that on the top of the edge, that there's nothing that is possible to change.it may,but most of it is impossible.
the moment i reach, i fall back.i fell down hard.i drown into my own river.i am dead.i am dead but not my soul.i still fell you nearby.i am sorry.my vision has been blurred out by those two-legged things.i know you don't believe in anything but i wish that I'll see u back as a stranger that i really want to be with.again, wishing is just another option of dreaming.
i can feel you,i know you can feel me.
i know it in there.
having the same thing is a big different.
don't hurt yourself, i still want to hold on to that hand.
this is the moulded news.
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