A Thousand Words
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Last published Mon, Jun 8, 2020
There are too many and too little words for me to say about what happened in my life.
I meet my happiness, then I face my own devil inside, I become somehow stupid and ended up dying with my blood pooling around me.
I want to cry, for what?
I want to laugh, for what?
Regret? No, I felt nothing at all.
Love? Yes, in the name of LOVE, I become the villainess inside my own story.
Smile, the only thing I could offer to them.
I wished nothing but jumping towards the purgatory and meet my devil.
With my last breath, I saw the sadness in his eyes.
"Husband, the wine you just served will be my last drink in this life."
Darkness took me away.
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