sometimes questions are echoing in empty big spaces , ruined,yet alive.
Sometimes, just sometimes the spirits are telling us stories about that time they fell in love , that time they ran away ,that time , they don't remember how, they ended here , trapped.
Worlds touching so lightly eachother that maybe they not even know they are very togheter already.
this is existence when you feel alone
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