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I read the poem of the Lord Byron, till my eyes can't stop crying. These days, a thought came up in my mind, which tells me that: The words used to be sad, hurting you and me easily. and Writing itself brings pain. I will not write anymore. though Isabella said "You'll be a great writer." near my ears softly when i was crying desperatly. I write dairy everyday now. Let the pain just be in my still-beating heart. Let the word just left for myself. I write dairy and count down the days. so we'll go no more a-roving, which tell two things. one for seizing the day, said Carpe diem also. one for the desire to retire from the world, said Death Wish. I write dairy now. Everyday. For myself. . |
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