wrinkles hold stories of triumphs and tribulations.
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stuff my worries away
stuff my worries away into an old suitcase in my brain.
i dislike eros (cupid)..
fragments of memories from the past.
creative destruction destroys the old and ushers in the new.
the white lilies dream of eternal darkness.
like puffs in the windyouth to old, old dreams – regrets –drifting away slow
A Fictional Account of the Unremembered
A story remembering those who died forgotten by history. A story remembering those who didn’t make an impact on the world. A story remembering the unremembered.