Its like walking in a haunted rooms, seeing someone at the corner of the round table. Or much worse, seeing you hook up with someone who looks like me, but not me.. Its like feeling unconscious in the middle of train station. Or waking up in the Amazon jungle.
I hope you'd stopped reading this by now. You shouldn’t be reading this. It’s completely redundant. This makes them hellish hard to write about. Everything is in the ear of the beholder: I may hear sadness where you hear laughter. I may write love but you may read hateness.
I’m about to stop writing. You’re about stop reading. Hopefully
1 comment:
loveeee it.
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