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Dear Dylan

Today, I have decided to write this for you myself.

When I walk through the trail road, again and again, I found the subtleness between me and this world.

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This world does not know who I am, as an invader, I force my thought and expectations upon them.

They were curious as to the beginning, as we then forget their demands. 

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They only ask for themselves, but we have been attached for a long time, and eventually blurred down to the dark jail.

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As I was walking the trail again and again, whether they committed their regression, it goes the same way or has some twists.

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But i already knew it, as an irreversibly, i just fear to forget the memories sense.

So I repeat it again and again, the self belongs to the passed latter days, as the night without end.

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In this traffic, i don't have a way out.

Then i follow this way, to my faraway place. 

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And found the still clouds.

 

19 August 2020