Since when have I become a stranger to myself?
A chaotic song is echoing in my empty head, lamenting on some lost love. Unfortunately, I'm not in such mood for grieving ex-love since I'm not sure if there was one. The only thing I can be sure of is I would remember nothing of those affected grumbles later, even though they are now creating an airy space to see myself, the stranger bound.
The space is limited but better than none. (Tbc)


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