I'm alive! But the same won't be said for my spirits once more tests come up.
So. I'm back. Always, always, I can never remember what the heck I want to say whenever I'm finally typing up descriptions. What did I want to say? Why do I always forget? Perhaps it's because I'm too forgetful.
Individually, pieces of paper are nothing but little scraps of trash-- Nothing special. However, when the correct fragments are placed side by side, the true picture is revealed.
This is a cluster of fragments of a much bigger story-- Whether or not you stay to sort the pieces is for you to decide.
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