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my old world is slipping further and further away.
I have a fight now, a battle cry... and it almost makes me sad...
there was a point in which I didn't want to move a inch further.
And I wish I could write like a burry photograph, the hint of a story to make the reader wonder and embellish.
but since no one reads this...it shall be an experiment...in writing.
just like my "sketch"book of years ago.
and then perhaps I shall have a lifesong again.
I have a fight now, a battle cry... and it almost makes me sad...
there was a point in which I didn't want to move a inch further.
And I wish I could write like a burry photograph, the hint of a story to make the reader wonder and embellish.
but since no one reads this...it shall be an experiment...in writing.
just like my "sketch"book of years ago.
and then perhaps I shall have a lifesong again.