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Trying to forget

Trying to sleep

If the night is getting darker,
Save me from here.

Dreams taste bitter.
Laugh sounds sarcasm.

The night you picked me up were gone forever. What the following is the endless sink.

Words of stories are made of sorrow and struggle. They sounds funny due to the teller are laughing with the mask. Suddenly I recall the plot,  and shaked myself with panics and cold temperature within.

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