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Everywhere I go, I go to scavenge the things
leaving little stores deprived of memories.
I lost and found,
keeping time ahead of me,
dashing towards the corners of some misty past.
And then I suddenly remembered,
the time that I listened to "Wish Me Happiness" repeatedly for tens of times,
underneath a wall of unfamiliar stars.
"I am happy, really happy,
and yet I feel entangled.
His shoulder lends me support,
making me unable to
ABORT.
"
posted by David | 1:14 AM
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