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i inhaled the smoke
that slowly dispensing across
the midair. of how the
silence became too loud
or the emptiness
seems to tighten the
spaces in our hearts ; it
hurts us a bit. the realms of
yesterday's promise are
now turning into ashes and
i know you don't mind
having other light- spark
perhaps?
it may kill us to try again,
but who knows? we are all going
to die someday. the flames
burn us, but we ignited the
fire anyways. we wish to
disappear but we dreamt to
be remembered of the addicting,
lingering comfort once we
gave to the lonely people.
we will never be forgotten
right? i hope so...