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Ongoing, First published May 04, 2020
This is a diary of an old woman who couldn't get over her first love, which consists her memories since she has been 18 years old. " here I am sitting on my bed alone, listening to our favorite playlist, while I'm staring at the ceiling trying to deal with emotions and revive every happy moment we lived together in real life or in my own imagination. Oh! that's our song : Never got the chance To say a last goodbye I gotta move on But it hurts to try How do I love, how do I love again? How do I trust, how do I trust again? I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on, wait 'til I hear our song Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost Oh dear, this time each line of the lyrics defines me. In every time I hear this song , my chest feels like bee stings, and I cry tears of blood. They told me to pull myself together and stop thinking about us, you and me. Because you're not here and there's no us anymore. But, it's a bullshit. I feel your existence, I can see you everywhere; in the sky, in the stars, in the oceans or even in the library. Because, you have been living in my heart, and you will always do. Dear happy face. "All Rights Reserved
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