World end

Those fond memories we have, i shared. Those moments we cherished, i deeply felt. Those that you told me, i remember in vivid. Now that you're gone, vanished into the thin air of a crumpling world, all that i can do is to sit here and wait for the World ends, all by myself, in loneliness and quietness.

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Cathy said…
😭😭
9:51 AM
Cathy said…
So sad the world haven't end yet
9:53 AM
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