Still nothing.
As expected, I am rather reckless. My fickle heart just managed to make me lapse into a period of dormancy.
Henceforth, I must stay in the motion in order to keep on writing pieces after pieces.
But in this state of mind, unable to focus on one thing, and deep in anguish...
Like an ominous wind the feelings come and go just like that.
I want to climb out of the deep valley which is the lovely poisonous garden.
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