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Words
Posted by Qi...
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03:10
I miss the reading and writing me
The one who looked through things with different lenses
And try to put things in perspective piece by piece
I feel my soul, back then
A tiny corner where pieces of thoughts are scattered and pearls of memory are stringed....
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