AND BY THE WAY.....
one year, as marked.
when the unwanteds somehow unknowingly have their own ways of resurfacing through cracks. much less even through the tiniest ones which can be barely seen by the naked eye.
the questions.
the doubts.
the fears.
and yet, no answers.
i have my ways.
sweet love. oh, serenity. have mercy upon the passionate.
If it were now to die,
'Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,
My soul hath her content so absolute
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate
the closure.
i think i could do much better than you.
The End.
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