Remaining Void shelters...

Before Today, i was thinking that we're able to write about our life only when it becomes totally healed and relieved..Only when we touch our wounds by a pen, without feeling it aching..Only when we become able to look behind without nostalgy, without foolish and..especially without grudge..

Is that possible?

We don't recover from our memories..And that's why we write, we draw, we die ...

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