May 22, 2020

 

Deary, this is the only place I have the absolute control over. Those who left my life stayed on my desk, unwanted memories locked in a box. No one can enter without knocking nor leaving without closing the door. I miss her, and miss how we used to hangout, yet I don't really want to be back again. I left for a reason and won't accept the old circumstances as I used to. 

 

Your nostalgic incredulous.
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