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If only my life was a film, I would forge it to the end to know where would I be? Will I be better? Will I be worse? But no.
In real life, there's just no stopping. There is no pause or play or rewind or repeat. You just have to keep going on.
You will know eventually. Just press play.
YOU ARE READING
Silence and Bass
Poetry[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
