....its time to sleep..but i can`t... ....its time to write and read myself... ....is damn silence kill my soul... ....its the sound of sleepless wampire.. ....its the smell of sleepless wind... ....is that the same disturbing me.. ....is that the dream or the real one who push me... ....is her soul in and around me... ....inside the room invisible to me..? ....is that me to think like tht always.. ....it is the fact ...she is no more...nomore....!
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