A story that chronicles the lives of the angels that watch over the mortal world in the backdrop of human history. From the Age of Creation to the End of Days, this is the tale of the angels as they face conflicts with their enemies...and themselves.

Ruby William is a modern teenage girl, with good friends and a moderately perfect life. Until the night of her birthday, when She was dropped into a paradise dream which quickly turns to a nightmare. How will she get out of the horror she helped shape?

Echoes Of Reflection is a short, deep,  sinister, and somewhat eerie poem that gives an idea of what might happen to lost souls when they leave the world as we know it. 


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You know how people believe in heaven and hell. Well in this -time and day- era it's different. Everyone thinks it's a fairytale when a man is questioned and says about this Paradise. Is it real? Can people live forever? 

Is there more than one world ? Is the government lying to its people and letting them suffer ? Or is it a fairytale? A hope that everyone's holding on to so that they'll have a reason to live.

My life is boring. My people are boring. And I am desperate to change it. Desperate. You hear me?

My Mother is a Leader of OneGov. My Father - is dead. Mixed with nature. And my world is overtaken by the OneGov.

My life continues to be boring until one day...

One day, my best friend shows me the hidden Academy of rebels. Then, my life turns. My life turns to be adventurous. That's what I wanted, right?

...until I fell in love...
...and until... the paradise was lost...

He accepted his traumas, his fears and doubts...he lives as a boundless being in expression of the dance of emotions that set the stage in one's life, and moved forward as circle openers and closers, in elegance and grace. A story of a man who lives inside his mind and feelings searching for his paradise. In this book, you will also find your paradise; but will you get lost in the limbo, or will you sacrifice everything for your most pure desire?

- Early morning

Zhang Jie Yu and Yue Qiu Shan were seated in a restaurant. There was a stone table in front of them and stone chairs about half a metre tall surrounding the tables. On the table was a jade tray, containing a pot and several tea cups. Two praying mats were beside them, with two other people occupying them.

The rising sun had just begun to shine. Zhang Jie Yu was seated quietly, meditating and chanting Dao Mantras. There was a line of Qi energy, similar to a thread on his body. 

Yue Qiu Shan had originally been drinking tea, but seeing a white string of Qi energy on his disciple’s body he knew it was the energy of an Elementary Scholar. He then said, "This energy is very profound. I was just thinking about your examinations, I did not expect to see results so soon. This is a gift.”

“With the Elementary Scholar status, your mortal side has been dissolved considerably.”

As Zhang Jie Yu was deep in meditation, his senses were all shut, and thus did not hear anything. A string of purple energy was visible for a second before he started vomiting. After three huffs, it disappeared. 

Yue Qiu Shan hurriedly poured a cup of red tea and brought it to Zhang Jie Yu who opened his eyes after smelling the aroma. 

Yue Qiu Shan smiled and said, "Come and sit Jie Yu.”

Zhang Jie Yu took the cup, drank a few mouthful and said, "That tasted good.”

“The product of a wealthy land obtained from ancient people with sincerity.” Yue Qiu Shan sighed and said, "Your Elementary Scholar status is already out.”

“In this world, people only care about wealth.” Yue Qiu Shan sighed again and said, " Look at these items. The curtains, the wooden files, the stove, the kneeling and praying mats. Even the tea you just drank. Are they not wealth too?”

“If you wish to speak of things of the Earth; although the divine mountains are not of this planet, Black Alter Sect’s mountain, Truth Sect’s Flat West mountain and First Pole Sect’s Green Treasure mountain, are they not Immortal mountains and not of this world either?”

“There can be no divine mountains without mountains.”

“As for paradise, even if our sect conquers the divine mountains, it is still a mountain. Therefore, the mountain Immortals, regardless, are still mountain people too.”

“These mountains need to have spiritual sources as with everything under the heavens.”

“Since there are many mountains on this Earth, you cannot conquer just one mountain and proclaim yourself king. People have to confer the title upon you, and recognize this to prevent any trouble. You know that if a mountain has no spiritual energy, conquering it means you are a just a rogue cultivator, and can only reach spirit Immortality. 

“This disciple knows that there are five classes of Immortals. Spirit Immortals, Human Immortals, Earth Immortals, Deity Immortals and Heaven Immortals. As for rogue cultivators, even if a human can cultivate the five energies, he will be no younger than a hundred and twenty when he is done. Then he will become a mere spirit Immortal. Zhang Jie Yu’s face was pale as he sighed, "The manual says that the pains of cultivating surpasses all else. Cultivation is like crops grown in sand and rocks, almost impossible to result in growth. Even if a person has the ability to fly, he would come up empty when he reaches paradise, and would only undergo transformation after.”     

“Only when there’s paradise, will there be Earth Immortals. Only when there’s a divine mountain, will there be Deity Immortals. The point of this discussion is to highlight the fact that even if you have the substance to become Immortal, but do not reach paradise, you will not become an Immortal. But our sect knows the path to paradise, and we have cultivated up to Earth Immortal status. 

“But teacher, what is the actual reason for coming so early? I am guessing it is not to say all these things.”

Yue Qiu Shan laughed and said, "We have thirteen people under us, and among them, I like you the most. You are young and have already developed such intelligence. Before I can even say anything, you have already guessed my intentions. You are correct.”

“Paradise has its limitations. I truly hope you will be able to rise in rank and eventually become an Earth Immortal, if not, to obtain the highest manual. But a word of advice, in order to become an Earth Immortal, you have to stand out from the rest.”

“I have a mission. If you are able to accomplish it, you will stand out from your peers.”

“Yes, thank you teacher for your guidance. Presumably, the new list of disciples have been confirmed?”

“The Elementary Scholars have been confirmed. Look, this is the namelist. Invite the Elementary Scholars according to this list. Silver Dragon Temple is just outside of the city and we have several outer circle disciples in the temple. Take these people into the temple. As to how you’re going to make them yield to you, I wish to see your methods. Take this as a test.”

“If you must know, unless you become a True Sovereign, you can never leave the mortal world. These disciples, regardless of inner or outer circle, are just assistants. Do not think too much of them.”

“Yes, I understand. If there is no inner or outer circle, even the heavens and divine mountains will not be able to contain me.” Zhang Jie Yu laughed as he spoke.

   …………

Safe Travels Inn

Pei Zi Yun was in his room reading after just having breakfast. At this point, he had no spiritual roots and was thus, unable to cultivate. Since he had nothing better to do, he started reading essays.

“After careful calculation, considering I did not make any mistakes, I should be ranked in the first band among the top three. The worst case situation would have me at the top of the second band.”

“It’s just that I am feeling very uneasy, I do not know why.” Pei Zi Yun thought of his mother back in Snail Village, and Ye Su'er back at Peach Flower Origins monastery and felt a flutter in his heart that would not become still. He turned a few times in his bed and tried to read the essay that he had memorized and written in the exams. He then sighed and finally understood.

I've obtained the literary skills of the old Elementary Scholar. Although he was very talented, it took him a long time before he eventually acquired the Elementary Scholar title. Hence, he bore a sense of despair and resentment.

“And this was shown when I wrote the essay. It was flawless in every aspect except for that tone of resentment.”

There was a knock on the door.

“Oh, it is brother Tang!” the person on the door was Tang Zhen, with a bubbly demeanor. He laughed and said, "Brother Pei, you have rested for two days already! Shall we go out and have some fun today?”

He then took out his invitation. Pei Zi Yun opened it and took a look. The invitation was from a poet’s society for a meet. The venue was at River View restaurant which was not far from the inn. Pei Zi Yun considered for a moment, thinking of how restless he was just now, being unable to read his essay. He did not want to seem too anti-social as well, so he decided to stop hesitating and finally said, "Of course.”

After instructing the hotel staff to bring some hot water for him to wash, he dressed in a newly washed and starched outfit. 

Before long, they were along the walkway as they approached the restaurant. From afar, they were able to spot it along the banks of the river. It had a good five stories to it, and was all glass. As they got nearer, they noticed that the river was facing the restaurant, with a few boats rowing along it. 

“River View and River Reflections are the biggest restaurants around the river. But River Reflections is much newer.” As they reached the entrance, they were welcomed by a student who was dressed in white and had a golden belt. He was holding a fan and welcomed them. 

Before they got to the entrance, the student hurried over to welcome them, "It is the famous brother Pei. Welcome, welcome! I remember you from the banquet that night. The poem you wrote on stage was very good, and hence, we just had to invite you. I hope you do not find it strange that I am this straightforward.”

He then led Pei Zi Yun up to the roof of the restaurant. Pei Zi Yun’s heart leapt as he admired the view from such a height. The wind blew over as the river gushed below. The river was so huge that to look in one direction, you were unable to see the end of the other. This made him think of an ancient poem in his previous life, as he recalled the exact emotions he felt while he saw scenery like this. He then said, "The front never got to meet the ancestors, and the end never got to meet visitors. It can only gaze into the heavens for all eternity.”

When he had arrived at the last line, he could not bring himself to finish it because it was too tragic.

The last line of the poem was the most important point. By missing it out, it was taken that he had the talent but not the opportunity. He was a young man, and the results of the examinations were not even out, from where did he get such old sentiments? He thus stopped and pretended that the poem ended there. He then said softly, "The poem has ended. The last line shall be completed another time.”

“Good, what a good poem. The only thing that was missing was the last line. What a shame.” Pei Zi Yun heard somebody say. He turned around to find the person holding a teapot and standing up. He poured a cup of tea and gave it to him. It was Zhang Jie Yu.

Zhang Jie Yu was dressed in his usual sharp attire, wearing a red sash around his waist. His shoes had a seasoned look about them, and were not extravagant, but seemed like they had faced a storm. 

Pei Zi Yun looked confused as he thought to himself, "What confidence he has, who would have expected that he is now a disciple of Holy Jail Sect." 

“Hearing brother Pei’s three lines, I was intrigued, only to hear that the poem has ended. I shall drink three cups to help brother Pei’s poetic inspiration.” Zhang Jie Yu laughed as he spoke, full of confidence.

“Sure!”

The students all around him voiced their agreements. 

Everyone saw the leader of the poet’s society bringing a youth up the stairs and found him very familiar. The students around did not seem to mind and were all exchanging poems with each other. The youth abruptly recited a poem. After hearing his first line, they were all smiling. As he recited the second line, a few were shocked. When the third line was said, everyone felt that it was a special, mythical poem. But he failed to deliver the final line. Thus when Zhang Yu Jia suggested a toast of three cups to help with his inspiration, everyone agreed.

In his memory of the previous life, Zhang Jie Yu did not become an enemy of the original owner. They just had certain small conflicts. He unintentionally caused the original owner to take a misstep that eventually caused him to lose many years. At this point, Pei Zi Yun could not refuse the toast, and drank three cups. The wine was bitter, but he swallowed it anyway.

After walking a few steps, an idea came into his head, but he did not reveal it yet. He then laughed and said, "Today my inspiration for the poem is depleted and I cannot complete it.”

Zhang Jie Yu sat down, and did not move.

A student sighed and said, "It was such a majestic poem, but without its proper ending. What a waste. Why doesn’t brother Pei leave a mark on this restaurant until he is ready to finish his poem? Would that not be a good idea?”

At this point, the waiter came up to serve dessert and another waiter brought an inkstone and a quill.

What a coincidence. To bring up the writing materials just as it was suggested. A student then took the ink and quill, and dipped the quill into the inkstone.

Pei Zi Yun then walked up without hesitation, took the quill and started writing. 

Before long, he had written the first three lines of the poem, with the waiter himself reading the poem out loud.

Once he had finished, he too felt a tinge of regret. Noticing that the poem had no name he asked, "Will young master leave a name for the poem so that I can hang it up and wait for you to return and complete it.”

Pei Zi Yun laughed, “Since this poem was written atop this place, the poem shall be called River View.”

Suddenly, a commotion was heard downstairs and a Daoist man came upstairs. Seeing a table had some meat and wine, he proceeded to help himself to those.

The waiter was still thinking about the poem when he saw this unkempt Daoist and began to rage. 

From where did this dirty Daoist come from, and how dare he come into this restaurant and cause problems?!

Pei Zi Yun looked at this man and thought he looked familiar. A student said, "You dirty Daoist, all you know is eat and laze. And you still want to steal meat? Have you given up on your cultivation journey?”

As he said this, he drank the wine and replied, "Food and wine are for the stomach. Dao is for the heart.”

The student heard this and was enraged, "You are not speaking logic Daoist, in fact you are speaking rubbish.”

The waiter heard this and called for more waiters, "Come, let’s bring this scoundrel to the courts.”

Upon realizing the severity of the situation, Pei Zi Yun felt compelled to do something and said, "Just give him the wine and meat. Today is the poets gathering, why should everyone get upset.”

The waiter heard Pei Zi Yun and laughed, "Since master Pei asks for compassion, it will do us no harm to give him a plate of salted vegetables. But he has to eat somewhere else.”

As he said this, he instructed, "Give this Daoist some salted vegetable, and let him eat downstairs.”

Seeing this, the Daoist man said, "You wretched people, you don’t know better.”

The Daoist laughed as he walked down. Pei Zi Yun felt a laughter in his heart. He looked at Zhang Jie Yu and noticed he was deep in thought and was immobile. 

Nobody else knows, but I do. Zhang Jie Yu is a disciple of Holy Jail Sect. This Daoist man tried to fool around and disgraced the Dao. Zhang Jie Yu could not bear it.

But in a situation like this, this Daoist man seemed very fishy. This event is very suspicious as well.



Earth Immortals are cultivated from a blessed land,
Heaven Immortals move to and fro from the divine mountains.
I have a stalk of plum blossom, and I shall maraud the Will of the Heavens with it!

Angor thought about following the same steps and creating another cape to see whether the outcome remained the same. But he gave up on this plan since it was too difficult to find enough resources at mortal lands.
The extra effect was beneficial, and this was more important right now.
The cape had a simple black design combined with pale golden markings that occasionally faded from view as the cape moved. The inner lining of the cape was made from a special beast hide resistant against cold and dust. There was a single shoulder pad over the right shoulder, while a teardrop-shaped crystal was attached to it.
The crystal was both an extra decoration and a simple space storage, which could be used to keep the cape when it wasn't in use. At the same time, the energy source was also placed inside the crystal.
Angor was pretty satisfied with the general coloring of his new garment. The golden patterns and the red fur interlining went well with his noble style, and he could fasten it tighter to remain inconspicuous.
However, the first designer of the cape, which was Nano, would get mad to see the final outcome. During their initial discussion, Nano used really bright colors on the cape, such as purple, light green, as well as shiny embroideries. And Nano was probably the only individual in this world who would walk in public in such chaotic colors.
Last but not least, he must see how well the Empty Ballad magic array turned out.
He took out a magic crystal and put it near the "teardrop charm", which quickly absorbed the crystal and began to glow with a golden light.
Angor then put on the cape and activated Empty Ballad, which received the energy provided by the teardrop object.
He didn't see any visible effect. In fact, he couldn't tell whether the magic array was working at all if he had not seen the energy stored in the teardrop depleting rapidly. He knew he was now protected.
He took a moment to observe the consumption rate and estimated that Empty Ballad required a new magic crystal to remain in effect for three days. This didn't sound like much at first, but it was in fact rather expensive since he needed to keep the magic array on at all times to prevent Prophets from looking at him or his family. Since he couldn't predict when exactly a Prophet would "scan" him, the magic crystals he spent on the cape would serve no purpose most of the time. Apprentices usually couldn't afford to waste money like this.
Angor did save a lot of magic crystals to keep the cape working for now, but he still felt his heart bleeding for it.
He studied Empty Ballad just to keep himself and his family safe from peeking eyes, and that was what he would do. From this point and on, he would leave the magic array activated at all times. Thankfully, the effect could cover a small area around its position as well, so he didn't have to wear the cape twenty-four seven. He could leave the cape inside the "teardrop storage" and carry the teardrop crystal with him. However, in this way, the covering effect would only protect him, and just barely.
"One less task to do…" He stretched his arms and took out his personal notebook to record his new crafting experience as well as several unsolved questions such as the unknown effect of the cape and Cassini.
Also, he came up with a name for his cape—The Crimson Aegis.
The cape had solved his most imminent concern. At least the Centipede Guild couldn't locate him as easily from now on. 
He had a night of much-needed good sleep and felt safer than ever. It was as if Crimson Aegis came to life and was guarding him against looming threats while also soothing his mind by chanting a gentle poem.
He woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed from head to toe. He was glad to notice that all the uneasiness and anxiety that had been bugging him during the past days were all gone. Now he somewhat understood why the magic array was named the "Empty Ballad".
The snowy weather continued.
In the early morning, Angor took out his Gondola and found a spot among several barren mountains several thousands of kilometers away from Lost Paradise City. He then took out his tools and materials to begin another crafting session.
Another alchemy omen occurred in midway, but he passed it without trouble since he already had the experience.
When the omen fully ended, it revealed a single gray feather floating in front of him.
This was the Dusky Feather, a mid-tiered alchemy item made for Toby.
Angor made this one to grant a similar stealth effect to Toby since he saw more than once that people could use Toby to track him down.
Dusky Feather was also enchanted with Infinite Reticence. With this, Toby could help him keep track of targets without being discovered.
After blending the item with Toby's usual gray feathers around his neck, Angor noticed that he would slowly forget about Toby's presence if he wasn't paying attention, just as expected.
"Let's go back." He summoned Toby, who was hopping around happily for getting a new toy, and left on his Gondola again.
He came to Lost Paradise City to look for Lucas' traces. But since he decided to quit this matter so as not to aggravate Jebra and the other investigating parties, and that there were no talents to be found here, he was going to head back to Yothur City, find Tulu, and continue their journey. 
Before leaving, he paid Ross Manor another visit. He had not given Neet the bottle of Indigo Elixir yet. He wasn't going to fail such a simple promise.
Within several minutes, Gondola took them to Oak Mountain. Angor put away his boat and moved toward Ross Mansion by using his flying boots.
After arriving at the snow-covered mansion and scanning it using spirit feelers, he soon found Neet happily talking to a young lady in the backyard.
Then he landed right behind Neet, which startled the poor sailor for good.
"Do you need something, sir?" Neet recovered from his shock and asked his partner to be polite in front of Angor.
Angor remained silent for a moment to observe the blushing pair.
"Apologizes. It seems I interrupted something."
"Ahem! No, sir, Sonata is just here to—"
The lady named Sonata, who was wearing a plain-looking dress, helped Neet by picking up the subject. "Sir Wizard, I'm a humble gardener working at Sherry Patio. I'm only a common friend of Mister Neet, and I'm glad we are."
"But Sonata, I truly—" Neet disagreed.
Sonata looked at the ground in sadness. Being a lowly servant meant she had no hope of accepting the love of a noble member.
Meanwhile, Angor instantly knew what was going on since this drama was too common in storybooks.
"Fine, I'll not meddle with your love affairs. Neet, you can take this."
He tossed a bottle of blue liquid to Neet, who quickly accepted it with a delighted look. 
"Thank you very much, sir!"
"You're welcome." Angor looked at Sonata. "Did you just say you worked for the Sherry Patio?"
Sonata nodded.
Angor frowned. He saw this name in Moyah's journal. It was a small garden full of a type of flowers called "sherry blossoms", and it was also where Moyah lived most of her life.
He wondered if the "Sherry Patio" mentioned by Sonata was the same place.
"Where is this patio?"
"This place right here is the Sherry Patio, sir," said Neet.
Angor looked around the small yard and saw patches of violet flowers striving against the snow.
An old well covered by haystacks in the corner of the yard suddenly caught his attention.
"When did your family start to live here?" He looked at Neet and asked a question that just came to his mind.
"Um, while Anrum has been constantly affected by wars, they never reached Lost Paradise City. The king granted us our territory at Winterrange, a city pretty far from here. But the descendants of the Ross Family have been living at Lost Paradise since the Age of Gold."
"You mean your family has existed in this city since three thousand years ago?"
"That's right, sir."


A young traveler who receives enlightenment from another civilization is on a mission to save his beloved mentor. In his journey to seek the ultimate truth, he travels extensively and along the way, he experiences some unpredictable encounters. Will he be able to save his mentor or will his path be derailed?

Let's talk about the world,
The people, the society, with their myrth
the government and their conquered
The evironment and their broken fate

World is a paradise of gray, 
Without anyone ever being in complete bright ray
Man created a fantasy,
Where anyone can wander easily

Mankind doin' fine 
Until they found themselves lost in vine
Loneliness like never-ending arrows in void
Lashes out the bliss of the sweet brine

How about we talk about us
Oh! I forgot to ask first if there's a reason 
Well, I'll just pretend there's something between us
Now, let's talk and make some reasons

You gave me another reason not to stop
Aren't you sorry for makin' me messed
Lettin' me continue to wander in your trap
Thinkin' that there's still hope, no less

You're indeed cruel for makin' me wait
Don't you realized I've been always hurt
Until now you made me feel the pain of your bait
Though I can stop right now, for you, am sure to wait.

Did I expect too much?
Oh! Wrong question.
Do I have the right to ask?
Much better

You've been always like this
You left me thinkin' about posibilities
Did I overthink
Well, ah guess, am just a brink

People may think am in sync
Oh please, please read my lips
Understand my hands
And look into my eyes

Am I really worthy of this mess
They always say am too kind
I'm not but when it comes to you, my mess
I guess, am indeed a fool kind

Its always been like this
Am always here when you needed
Ready to make you feel pleased
But how about me? I need you as well

Am no angel nor a goddess 
That can give you anything you want
But I can always make you my priority
Even greater than what you think I could do

You're hurt, yeah sure
How can you let me enter there
If things isn't clear but blur
Let yourself feel first the cure

Let us make things easy for the both of us
We can never escape the space around us
Let first the broken hearts heal
Let each other be freed from pain

Questions have been rushin' through my head
It makes me dizzy like I've drunk a whole case
It hurt as hell, I feel numb, feels like dead
Makin' me find answers in a cementery  thread

The worst is to question myself
Loosing the once eagerness
Makin' my mind a broken shelf
Pieces of ideas become a complete mess

How can I write a song that's about us
If there's nothing between us
I promised that my writing wouldn't last
Then I wrote a poem that's not about you
Only to find out that its all for you



-❤ella

This book is undergoing revision. Am thankful for your understanding?

This book includes my poems from my previous account. I put them here because I can't open that account anymore.
So if you happen to encounter that book "Memories of us: Remembered by me", don't worry, its my own very first book and I did not steel. I just move and merge in this book so I can continue my writing.
Hope you'll understand?

And contents is expected to be short but some poems are lengthy as well.

Enjoy????


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CONVO

Truth is everywhere. But it can't be explained clearly. What can really be explained is not truth.

What can be explained is reason. But since ancient times, there has no division between truth and reason.

I don't know what truth is, but I stick to reason and pursue truth. I can't say it clearly. All depends on comprehension.

-?-
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POEMS

"I am a queen"

I reign to command 
I fight to conquer 
Yet I didn't get what I want 
And didnt own who I like 

We were near to the end 
But I didn't get you 
I insist to fight for you 
Yet we still need to end here 

I fight with might 
You play it cool 
I wish with hope 
You shuttered it full

-❤ella 

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Please Support my first book 
This is a book of poems and dialogues.
???

Let's talk about the world,
The people, the society, with their myrth
the government and their conquered
The evironment and their broken fate

World is a paradise of gray, 
Without anyone ever being in complete bright ray
Man created a fantasy,
Where anyone can wander easily

Mankind doin' fine 
Until they found themselves lost in vine
Loneliness like never-ending arrows in void
Lashes out the bliss of the sweet brine

How about we talk about us
Oh! I forgot to ask first if there's a reason 
Well, I'll just pretend there's something between us
Now, let's talk and make some reasons

You gave me another reason not to stop
Aren't you sorry for makin' me messed
Lettin' me continue to wander in your trap
Thinkin' that there's still hope, no less

You're indeed cruel for makin' me wait
Don't you realized I've been always hurt
Until now you made me feel the pain of your bait
Though I can stop right now, for you, am sure to wait.

Did I expect too much?
Oh! Wrong question.
Do I have the right to ask?
Much better

You've been always like this
You left me thinkin' about posibilities
Did I overthink
Well, ah guess, am just a brink

People may think am in sync
Oh please, please read my lips
Understand my hands
And look into my eyes

Am I really worthy of this mess
They always say am too kind
I'm not but when it comes to you, my mess
I guess, am indeed a fool kind

Its always been like this
Am always here when you needed
Ready to make you feel pleased
But how about me? I need you as well

Am no angel nor a goddess 
That can give you anything you want
But I can always make you my priority
Even greater than what you think I could do

You're hurt, yeah sure
How can you let me enter there
If things isn't clear but blur
Let yourself feel first the cure

Let us make things easy for the both of us
We can never escape the space around us
Let first the broken hearts heal
Let each other be freed from pain

Questions have been rushin' through my head
It makes me dizzy like I've drunk a whole case
It hurt as hell, I feel numb, feels like dead
Makin' me find answers in a cementery  thread

The worst is to question myself
Loosing the once eagerness
Makin' my mind a broken shelf
Pieces of ideas become a complete mess

How can I write a song that's about us
If there's nothing between us
I promised that my writing wouldn't last
Then I wrote a poem that's not about you
Only to find out that its all for you

Some things you just don't forget even though you wish you could.

That is the memories kept in our minds; memories that don't leave us no matter what; and I wished it will really not.

Memories made by me with all the people I spent my days. Though I don't know if it will last forever, I hoped that these people will cherish our memories as well.

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This is not a novel but a compilation of all the poems I've created. Hope you'll like it.

-love ella-

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