#DOKSEOGA. āāā Ā Ā the gaps in the black print. my own little snow garden lay in between the letters. this space , which was too small for someone to go into , was a perfect place for a child who liked to hide. every time a pleasant sound was heard , the letters stacked up like snow. in it , i became a hero. i had adventures , loved and dreamt. thus , i read , read and read again. i remembered the first time i was about to finish a book ; it was like being deprived of the world. / a selective writing blog for KIM DOKJA of singNsong'sĀ webnovel omniscient reader's viewpoint / ģ ģ§ģ ė ģ ģģ .Ā sporadic to low activity, and will not be spoiler free! minors and personals dni. this blog operates on mutual interest , i will softblock if this is not reciprocated.
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this tragedy, a dream still being dreamt : a solitary star, love is both a balm and the blade, the selfish act of endless sacrifice, the self - made martyr. āā and beyond this field of ever - winter , words fall endlessly like snow , promising this; you will survive. in this narrative i had begun, dreaming of this long and arduous story ; all my actions are the truth of me and all for you.
