Those few days in the middle of September, the sky was so blue and its tonal said different kind of stories to remember. What to remember is just knocking heaven to a single choice. I look forward to it. She. I never went so far to an expectation, but it tooks deeper into a dismiss, then hanging high.
It has been several unorganized frames created since the first touch I made. Some lies some tricks, so it is me who really want to fix them up. Bridge of hope is all i need to take this serious feeling to the cross boarder of her condemnation.
I am the line collector, but i drop it again...
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