• storiesbyjoni 5w

    The coffee was bitter
    So was the weather

    "I don't do well on Winters" I said to myself.
    "When the air is so murky
    I can see all the casted memories
    Soaring it's way back to me"


    "Well dear, how do you keep me alive without the memories?"
    I heard a faint whisper from the side of the bed where you used to be!
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