The unread past
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Forgotten memory from the past that reflected in her dull eyes, thinking that she'll disappear from this place to relive her life once again. Wiping the tears off her crying face, leaving her mark on the pale skin, so that she can remember the unknown stranger that reach his had to help her. Reaching her hand shyly, her memories begin to slowly open wide, while she hopes to the night sky the memory is racing against the ticking clock before she loses it all.
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