Ever GoingIt’s like a wind up toy, that can never just unwind. It keeps on going going, longing to die. Its paint will peel away. Its gears will rust up inside. But it will never shed a tear, cause plastic cannot cry. You see its hardened smile. One that never fades. Yet if you look into its eyes another tale is portrayed. It’s longing to stop going. To finally just unwind. Is more than you can imagine and can hardly be defined. Till the one day it will die. And finally fall apart. It will just keep going going, holding that single wish within its heart.Ever Going
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-- Kaori Hana --
There are three kinds of people in the world: Those who are good at math, and those who aren't.
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