Its sunday and I can't get myself out of the bed, but with that being said, i have to. The blue blur puffed clouds is one of the reason that gives me a sociable and an unfathomable nostalgic and an eerie feeling that pomegranates me to death.
My feet were heading towards where it wants to go when an 18- year -old boy, passed right through me and asked if I were okay. I was little perplexed to hear those words from him, and honestly saying I'm not familiar with that boy.
She saw my eyes. My blue sad eyes.
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Run [Wattys2018]
RandomA place where thorns becomes cherry blossoms. Its a compilation of thoughts about heartaches, anxiety, trivia's, quotes, reflections, sunrise and sunsets, madness Grief and sorrow, poems, and motivational stories.
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