❝ death must be so beautiful. to lie in the soft brown earth, with the grass waving above one's head, and listen to silence. to have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. to forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace. ❞
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𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.. 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.
Non-Fiction・ an outlook about my life. welcome to my world. my entry book. i have times where i am in deep thought about things. don't worry, it is not all about my personal life; but a book filled with long realizations and rumbled thoughts of perception. you...
