THE remembrance upon you is a **** I pluck it, then you grow again with the patience of time. With perseverance you endure, to me who can not stand it.
The memory upon you is the spider's thread, the never-ending nest, knitting itself, I'm trapped in it, helplessly, can not be free, and can never be cleared clearly.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
THE remembrance upon you is a **** I pluck it, then you grow again with the patience of time. With perseverance you endure, to me who can not stand it.
The memory upon you is the spider's thread, the never-ending nest, knitting itself, I'm trapped in it, helplessly, can not be free, and can never be cleared clearly.
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