Bed of Proses.

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for all the memories we've made together - thank you.

I've been lived for years with emotions I couldn't speak out. These emotions are my ghosts everytime I walk down the memory lane.

'Til one night - a delicate rush began to flow into my mind. I grab my paper and pen, amusement drew in me as I watch how I construct the words until they rhyme and created a story.

Until now, I let my ghosts write for me. I let my hands scribble down words as I watch them creating wonderful masterpieces - wish you will like it, as how I like it too.

Bed of Proses.