We have our own fairytale, i am here to tell you mine.
Her dress glimmers like the starry night, those hands brushing through sways as smooth as the snow falling. She is unexpectedly precious, a sudden arrow piercing my heart is all i can say the day i saw her smile.
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A Boy's Collection
RandomI'm Benedict Pascual or you can call me Noah, i invite you inside my world. I represent you my collections of literatures, containing poems, prose and one shot stories. Please enjoy every bit of it.
