Some things are not destined to reach their owner..
To remain stuck in one's soul like a slow-killing poison..
In order to save themselves,they must free them..
And here,we witness the tip of the pens from a story whose favorite place was "distances...
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With every step I take, You’re going a thousand back Are you afraid of me? Will you run away from me as a trap to catch you? Except you’re like a black hole to me, I’m afraid of falling into it, so I’ll be stuck.. However, I’m still moving forward! I know I’m weird.. Despite my refusal,I’m still moving forward.. But what can I do? Your love grows inside me as an antidote! You will never understand what I mean, I know.. I know you’re running.. It’s a fact you want to deny.. You will regret it.. I really hope it won’t be too late When you realize this.. -Courage-
