— notes from the very end of 19 // to you who hear my most silence whisper to where my songs scattered with the wind and arrive to the glorious and lovely soul up there to the best and coolest friend of mine I closed this 365th page with you, for you ♥ ✧ — — on a serene night in one Tuesday of April an-almost-grow-up girl sitting kneel down in the corner of the room next to a desk lamp that highlights her face then creates her shadow glued to the wall in her hand, she held a spiral binding book — embrace it to her chest, while her mind wandering in the borderless contemplating space she is sitting — but standing at the same time, in the edge of a narrow valley where a vast wall-less land began to appear in front of her a little soul now have to grow up just like any other little creatures once have to be a giant she knows that the long secure path has over she knows that a new journey must begin she knows that this day must come she kno
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