The graffiti on the walls
The letters in the hearth
The carving on the trees
The book of unwritten words
The unfading memory of the past
You never found me in my silence...
To those of you who are asking where am I. I've left the world which meant everything to me, I'll pen something here only when I return to fulfill the promise for which I left everything. Who you thought I was, is the person I'm trying to be...
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