Maybe all I need is to search harder …

Stones that I

Carry around

Every stone’s
A story

It weighs me down

But there is gold
Hidden by rock and sand

I have to search
A little
Harder now

~Barbarossa – Stones

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My cold and dark universe (Part 3: A universe from bitterness)

We usually forget months and even entire years of our lives, but there are some moments, some nights, that can never fade away from our memories.

I always say I have a very bad memory. Could it be my brain’s way of defending itself against grief?

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