The Problem Are Not The Memories, But The Dreams.
So much to bear
Tired of these awaken dreams, mostly all
Of you and better days,
Being who I am clearer, instead of living
Here, wanting to leave, to kiss you, to have sweet memories.
Travels of my mind through everything and everyone I transcribe in times of need. My heart, my inner self, my fingers speaks for myself in here. It feels like a kind of liberty.
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