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May 27th




"JUST LIKE THE CANDLES, PEOPLE MELT WHEN THEY ARE CRYING."
... and I always melt whenever I think of  you.








I shot a glance towards the direction of a light. I don't know what kind of light that was. I just saw your face illuminating behind those perfect flames. I decided to walk and had kept my focus on your face. I felt the glitter of happiness because I saw the beauty and radiance in you. But you were gone.

I lit candles for the memories. Just like for today I had three. But when I finally reached and got hold of the light, the face that I missed so much suddenly turned to ash.

This was November.

But I got stacked at May. 

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