NAPATSORN TREESAP

Series of thoughts appeared in your head, as if it is a shadow follow you through the edge of the storm. Things have been changed rapidly, and you didn’t even know what stage are you in. You were entering a dialogue of an assassin who’s trying to teach you how sad it is to live, but you’re still mourning to touch a glimpse of love. You faced the people whose faces are too busy with lying. You danced through the betrayal they did. You glanced at the beginning of the clown. You kissed the blood of the fairy. You kicked a stone of a dime. You trusted the devil of the egoistic innocence. You told the scandals of the town. You sit and stare at the stars then sip and store the sour. You searched for the people whose back doesn’t tattoo your scars. You claimed “Oh my my my, their chemistry direct a false sign” 

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