for letting me see the story of your life in your perspective–
the lenses will explain how you see beauty in all things, which now i kept on asking as to why, but i won’t…
let the words you weaved be the witness that you lived…
and if by chance, you pass by the Atlantis, tell them that we’re on our way and that life here is savage and ruthless…
thank you Ana. you are finally home…
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