I saw laughter in his eyes and I never felt more shameful -sinful in my entire life. I craved for that sparkle of limitless joy and positivity. I craved for the hope that lingered behind the deep reflection of what was before me. I craved for it, like a sinful woman lusting over the only prominent figure of repentance and forgiveness. Heavens! if only I was capable of actually feeling that emotion, would I be, possibly be more than just skin and bones?
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Randoma collection/compilation of short stories, rants, prose, and poetry. Disclaimer! All the pictures r not mine but from Pinterest so ctto.
