Upon the paper, laid the ink, it said, "Write later", you still have got to live. @AnastasiaSongs
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Speeding up our footsteps to catch up with the mirage of ourselves, anxiously jogging, swift sprint, not quiet getting any closer to the illusion, yet leaving our shadow farther behind.
Shadow wonders what's the rush, yet doesn't dare to ask.
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