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I must fly back to the past I cannot shake off,
To a distant land of time,
Where scattered remnants of memories linger,
Tucked away in the corners of our heart.
I must recall the scattered memories that remain on the outskirts of my heart. And so, another journey comes to an end. In anticipation of another beautiful death, untouched by regret.


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