Reset: a prose by Julsijuls as i was cleaning all these boxes, sweeping away the accumulated dust, i found a memory bottle lying against the corner of this room. i couldn't recall its content, so i grabbed and opened it. it seems like, opening this was a mistake. there, on my newly cleaned floor, comes dark ink pouring down, a wicked grin has been formed by my feet. and it has rendered me frozen. because oh, that was meant to be sealed--you were meant to be thrown away, and yet here you are again, making a mess in my head — #ProseAndPoetry
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