In her sad lonesome eyes, she continued to see the world in colors. She see the world as a ball of wisdom and pain. Every emotion is art and every song is a story.
She stood tall even though sometimes she can't get up due to the sadness. She thinks of herself sweetly because she overthink everything.
She wake up to the smell of food and the sound of rain most days, she knows when the temperature as this the bed will hug her tight and so is the agony.
She ate her food and went to bed again, she watched videos and talked to her friends.
She laughs and laughs with all these thoughts going through her head.
She starts the day by kissing her friends goodnight, she ends it with saying sorry I just woke up.
She eats and bathed, she felt relieved when the water covered her naked body. As she finished showering the wind hugged her tight.
The cold wind is like a bad memory hugging her, remembering every little detail of a horrific night.
It was the last thought she wanted, and yet the wind is blowing traumas up to her.
She wanted to cry and scream but she was too sad to do so.
It was the worst feeling in the world.
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In her Eyes
RandomI dunno how to make a formal description, but hi. This is my story. My journey. My fight and everything against the sadness and loneliness. I decided to create this book because I'm lonely. So, yeah. Enjoy I guess.
