I encounter you often on this accursed TikTok, and each time my heart swoons, only to be slain by the cruel truth that no new chapter awaits me. Thus, I wander back to the old pages, rereading them like a devoted fool, from the days when your pen had not yet gone silent and from the days when you still breathed life into these pages, dear author.
I encounter you often on this accursed TikTok, and each time my heart swoons, only to be slain by the cruel truth that no new chapter awaits me. Thus, I wander back to the old pages, rereading them like a devoted fool, from the days when your pen had not yet gone silent and from the days when you still breathed life into these pages, dear author.