Bad memories don't hurt
for that they had left away..
Only nice memories hurt
because they would never come back again.
ok in other way:
Bad memories do no harm
for that they will never come
Only memories we love
do hurt our hearts,
and leave us in sorrow and pain
My life is just like these papers.. line-less.. full of expectations, and many unexpected events.. so, I'm not sure how it would end.. though I feel the end is approaching soon.. Still it's lineless
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