she sings a song every night, but the tone is not right. she doesn't have a choice, but to sing with her ruthless voice. she remembers everything when she sing. she covers herself with her favorite blanket, while singing a sonnet. I hear her voice, loud, soulful and full of sorrow. with all of her emotions, she is singing, but, the melody is crying. -weirdo
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I still have this moments in my life until now.