She loved you,It’s ok to be childish,It’s ok to be possessive sometimes,It’s ok to be those pendant flowers on a frail stem, it’s still meant…
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Your silence feels just like mine. It’s like that hole in the seashell through which I wait to hear the sound of the whole trapped ocean.
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There was once a world without a potent economy,but full of life,Parents were interactive with kids,Friends were seeing each other’s faces and hearing real voices,Siblings…
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… Night enliven … … Thunderbolts shuddered … … Raindrops dribbling over me … … Me usurped in a cave … … Hearing the whoosh…
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The clock hanging opposite the wall is ticking 9:53. I am sitting in my bedroom with my windows wide open for cross ventilation. Ah! before…
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