and so the story goes...
he took a walk..
in this loneliest of nights...
each single step...
the burden grew bigger...
his shoulders slumped further..
his mind reminisce..
to a time long ago...
when he felt happiness..
when there were joy and laughter..
when smiles were real and not fake..
when his heart was as light as a feather..
and when he returned
and he was astonished to find…
the smiles were still there..
the laughter were still there..
in all its innocence and joy.
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Cool and extreme at the same, the epitome of confusion.....always an oxymoron, to be at peace yet chaotic,evil yet good,lost but found, but simply, to be me.
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