I've always tried to capture moments and seal it in my writings
But now with all the pages of my diary turned to ashes
All my treasured words are lost.
And my distorted memories has only made me realise that I can't hold everything in me even if I try my best to.
Time will steal it all away and some moments are bound to slip off my memories no matter how precious they are to me.
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Invasive Thoughts
Ngẫu nhiênMy Thoughts, They come and they go; With every visit, they make me a part of them. They're my precious treasure and my worst enemy, With love, they heal me. And with love, they kill me.
