23/03/2017
not at all here . part 1
Most of the times I walk past all the brightly yellow and purple springing flowers or heavy-scented petals of apple trees flying in the wind, I just really wish to be somewhere completely else.
And I wish to be alone.
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Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart; and his friends can only read the title.
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