At thirty, Looking back feels like a dream… I’ve left so little trace. I used to try writing things down, But the enthusiasm lasted only three minutes, And the blog was soon deleted, Everything… forgotten… Memories at thirty — Only work remains.
At thirty, Looking back feels like a dream… I’ve left so little trace. I used to try writing things down, But the enthusiasm lasted only three minutes, And the blog was soon deleted, Everything… forgotten… Memories at thirty — Only work remains.
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