She watched the fire burn. It was almost calming, but remembered why she had to let everything become ashes. She turned to leave this miserable memory. Grabbing her bag, she left. On the road once more, to search for nothing.
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I hate when people pretend to be something they're not.
_ neon light _
ευχαριστώ πολύ για τη συμβουλή θα τη γράψω προσεκτικά στ' αρχίδια μου