This is the one thing I thought of once my saviour ..
The thing that takes me to paradise where no trouble exists ..
Everything it gives, it takes back slowly ..
When I realized it, I have nothing left ..
I was alone at the bottom of the glass.
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the girl at the bottom of the glass
Художественная прозаI had been looking for an escape my whole life. I didn't know I was trapping myself at the bottom of the glass instead ..
