You were waiting for the train to come, when you felt a sudden drop to melancholy. You realized, that time is not as important when you're alone. You just sit there staring at the people walking briskly past at you. You thought to yourself, why are they in a hurry? Well maybe they have other things to do. You think being alone is beautiful as nothing matters but the thoughts you're making up. When suddenly, you realized you missed the train that you were waiting for.
One of those moments, the countless moments of being carried away..
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Love, Pain & Poetry [✓]
PoetryI think of you. I think of you in the very depths of my mind. Like Lava you flowed through, Burning my brain cells to dysfunction. A collection of original poems and prose about Love, Pain, and Poetry.
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