Some errors are written to be erased..
and some are erased to be a memory
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Stranger to myself
PoetryA dark night with not a sight around. I still felt nothing ,just a dying heart that I think already somewhat dead . I just like a sorrowless soul wandering around in this whole world of mine that was just surrounded by me. Every single person left...
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Some errors are written to be erased..
and some are erased to be a memory
