Nightmares of the past, dreams of the future,
come together to finish what's unfinished.☄
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"So, what is your story?
We don't know. It's long and twisted and not quite finished yet."
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I wrote my stories. I wrote my songs. But now it's all gone.
Only a few traces are left in my mind, Where I've stashed them away Like a storybook, Labelling each and every page.
Now it's time to flip through those pages, And think tenderly of the past. To remember who I used to be. To reminisce bitter-sweet aches of my heart.
It's time now, To pull down the curtains To reveal the canvas Icreated With various colours in the palate. As many more stories and words Are remained unfinished and unsaid. • • • • •
