People were created to come and go, being interrupted them are uncertain distance. Prayer is the distance between longs and inventiveness. Tonight is the distance between the past and the future. The years that have passed is the distance that separates us.
You know the truth no one can be sure when the distance will be over. No one knows when singers would stop singing, when there was no traffic from the bustle of the vehicle, and when it returns us. There is no.
Clockwise spin is the most noble villain. He brought you and me to a place where once there was footprints us, to the city museum that holds many stories of the past, even to the shops that once peddled in love with the cheapest price. He also took the streets on your mind towards a half decades ago, a house standing upright between belief that you wake up and then crushed torn disaster.
Now the places where it is no longer I found myself there. Absolutely not.
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