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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I told you before, Our fears are ourselves.. That’s why they happen.. Initially, Loving you was my biggest fear, And it happened.. Then leaving you became my next fear, Unfortunately it happened too.. I told you, I warned you.. Go back a bit.. And you will see these hints.. There’s no use regretting it now, Very late… Venus left Jupiter a long time ago. -Being late-
