Diary
Once upon a time, when I was fourteen, I fell in love. It was with someone so translucent because I thought I was dull. And I always believed that. So I had tried to gain light from this person’s warmth because that person had been always so bright. But those feelings I have for that person, which I’ve developed strongly in time, later on, had become an incurable disease. A disease that had scattered throughout my whole heart. And by the time I had figured the worst, I was already too late. As years went on, it had become an obsession, something no matter how hard I try to get rid of, won’t come off now, because I had become used to it, that my soul finally feeds in it. A disease… Not life-threatening, but not healthy as well. And my heart was the shell it has slowly taken away. They say
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