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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You say love kills slowly,it confuses brain cells and thoughts.. And here you are,looking for a temporary love where you can taste your first one.. You pretend to stand behind your righteous principles,but with the influence of your environment,I see that these beliefs are unraveling.. You made everyone laugh and happy with your actions. However,I can clearly see that a warrior is dispersed among these jokes resting from a fake war.. Do you know how difficult this is? Seeing you falling without doing anything about it.. Do you have any idea how I felt seeing you like this? It’s like seeing the ashes of my past burn, and my present will come to it like water, while I stand far away and stare at it sadly.. Do you know what is more difficult? Even if you read these lines a thousand times, you will never understand what I mean.. Not just you,nobody else can do either.. -Inability to help-
