If only I could stretch my love for you, then it would probably reached between the loudness and silence in your voice. You were like an ocean, calling me with your serenity. Your pain and sorrow will take us both into the safe haven of my words.
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KIM || THE REMNANTS OF MY PAST: PROSE AND SHORT STORIES ||
Short StoryThis book is the recollection of different things: Words that were never said. Sentences that were never scripted. Stories that weren't meant to be told. Love that was already dead long ago. I am about to dig up the dead memories about our love. The...
