|| Noun ||

The girl who wrote this now ceases to be ink on paper. If you are to peep into the loneliest corners of the quietest library, you can still see her shadows hiding away behind stacks of books —- as if she cannot bear the burden of facing the chaos and hate raging outside of those walls. She wrote these to forget. Yet between the pages, all she got was everything but that. Yes, she is lost. And in return, you are now lost together with her.

– a.h.


” Somewhere, someone knows the words to the songs you sing. “


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