Drafts

Hundreds of drafts, thousands of unsaid words.  A million alphabets, and maybe a billion tears. I sat here, time flew, and froze at the sa...

Hundreds of drafts, thousands of unsaid words. 

A million alphabets, and maybe a billion tears.

I sat here, time flew, and froze at the same time.

I watched as it drifted away, the memories. And maybe, one day, the pain will follow after.

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