There wasn't much left for me.
Except my will.
Will to accept the past.
Will to move on.
Will to get back on my feet by myself.
Empty feeling you get after finishing some good delicious cookies.
That's irrelevant and very far to describe what I felt.
I needed nothing but to remain numb and silent.
The only thing I could shake my head at was music.
My ultimate saviour.
Thanks to all those of my therapeutic singers.
For your beautiful voices and lyrics.
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Short StoryA simple warm story. Unconfessed and unsaid things by both. But mostly, here it lies the things you wish you could've told. You'll get back on your feet someday, even if it's not today. You'll move on. Description - None of the pictures belong to m...
