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“i said, i love the smiths.” she said. both kinds of attachments between the two of us; began our paths in a short-period of time, with nothing arranged. mellifluous lyrics that we listened together, stuck in my head, overwhelmed my consciences. returned to me, then both of us cuddling up in the midmost of the muffled twillight. lying next to me, whispering the absurdities of reality. one after another, into the unfathomable quietude of phrases—soothing deep-buried thoughts and common senses.

“to die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die.” how insane is the consciousness trapped inside a human body? the sensation that you've defeated everything; even morality and logical believed. well i guess, i’m no longer human—when i'm falling in love; to the right person, nobody feels like you. 'tis a good news, @heawrath finally comeback with third batch; on sunday, august #28th at 03.00 PM. of course, with limited slots of purchases. contact our chatbot for more queries @mordacysmbot.