She thought about him, and how they met, and what how empty her life would be without him. She knelt down and prayed.
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The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
Surprise, it's actual gratefulness!
She thought about him, and how they met, and what how empty her life would be without him. She knelt down and prayed.
