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Concluida sáb, ene 11, 2020<5 mins
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. Stop. Time had lost its continuity. The world fell off its fulcrum which resulted in the whole world to crush my poor heart. Why? Why?! W-why...why me? A dark aura seeped into my brain, making my once happy thoughts into painful and pessimistic ones. I looked forward to when the awful thoughts would disappear; every minute I prayed this would be the minute I could be joyful again but to my disappointment that minute never came.
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