Silentium

A girl shares her fancy memories.

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All I want is something that I can't explain.

QT

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Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me darling.

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Hundred days ago. Stolen glances. The books saw us.

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Why do I keep on looking back at a memory that was not created solely. There’s this fancy page of my life wherein, I almost wanted, two to become one. Whenever pictures of us together flashback, my heart beats faster. A good memory indeed.