Every time I whisper in the wind, I'm always asking for it to take my memories, sweep it like a trash drifting on the farthest nook of places I could have never been until it was gone and no one could ever remember. So that, even just for a single moment in my life, I lost the pain that was embedded in my heart. But I completely regretted all of these when I discovered the importance of these bunch of people. They are the reason for the two-inches fault in my heart, the blame in my poetry, and the only reason why I won't ask the wind to take my memories anymore.
They may not be the greatest part of my life but I admit, they were my best four years and my favorite memories I would love to playback.is story is dedicated to my whole Junior High School life.
-Miguel
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Dedicated to Stella
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