
Three Years of Dreaming Away, Eight Years of Drunken Wandering
by X
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Three years ago, I met you in the most beautiful time. I was addicted to your gentleness, your perfection, your smile, and everything about you was my best time. And I am insignificant, as small as an ant, or I live a life that is not even comparable to that of an ant, and we are just passers-by. I also met the only friend who was good to me here, but I chose to hurt her and never leave her. Eight years later, I came back and met him again, but... I had no way of knowing where she was. And my heart stayed where it was.
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Mentality exploded
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Her years were as fragile as glass, shattering into pieces when touched. The dark world she once had opened a window and illuminated herself like light, but she didn't know... When she was ignorant, a pair of big hands held her and gave her warmth and care, but she didn't expect... She thought she had the remaining tenderness, but it was all a dream. Her broken heart could not be restored. When she no longer believed in anyone, when he arrived and asked him if he wanted to make a deal, she unexpectedly discovered. Is it her? Or her? Which one is her right now?
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Official(2)Scraped 1d ago
Mentality exploded
Anyway, if it's entertainment, I'll write it well.
Come and watch
Her years were as fragile as glass, shattering into pieces when touched. The dark world she once had opened a window and illuminated herself like light, but she didn't know... When she was ignorant, a pair of big hands held her and gave her warmth and care, but she didn't expect... She thought she had the remaining tenderness, but it was all a dream. Her broken heart could not be restored. When she no longer believed in anyone, when he arrived and asked him if he wanted to make a deal, she unexpectedly discovered. Is it her? Or her? Which one is her right now?










