Purple Memories

I’m happy. When I’m HERE with no worries.  Even if I have one, it would be nothing.

I’m sad. My holidays are short. It’s hell whenever I’m back there, and my restless heart just get no peace.

2 more years in hell, and that’s when I wish time would fly so I could fly as well, far away from there.

Dreadful, and dragful; That’s how life is in hell.

I shall not think of it again for the rests of my days right here, right now. So let me spread my wings, before I have to return to the land of doom.

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