The old records are still playing on the background, please take me back to where I started from, or please, even let me forget everything I was ever dreaming of.
Ninnie, young and so so lost, probably will never be found. Someone far from a Greek goddess, someone who tries to make her way through the world alone. If someone ever wants to try to find her, library or a corner café would be a good place to start. She is the one staring into the emptiness with her grayish blue eyes, the one smiling for her own little thoughts, never telling anyone what they are about. Except you, now.
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