As I always believe that I can get or own almost everything that I want, but still, would it complete the life? One shadow that haunt every step I took, like the Sun, shining above my head, creating another me on the ground. One face, one smile and million of words. A chance, the most valuable treasure, a chance. And for me...? its done.
And I keep myself busy, doing things, can't even describe it, bought an old car, almost the same age as me, hear stupid ideas, laughing with people that I know just less than an hour. Just keeping me busy.
That million words are faded, that face are faded, and that smile almost dissappear.
And I keep myself busy, doing things, can't even describe it, bought an old car, almost the same age as me, hear stupid ideas, laughing with people that I know just less than an hour. Just keeping me busy.
That million words are faded, that face are faded, and that smile almost dissappear.
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