"How could anyone possibly cry for no reason?"
I looked towards the sky and saw the heavy clouds looming, the precursor of a coming storm. "Maybe it's just the grim weather." Then, I looked down - staring blankly at my phone. "Or maybe, it's just the '15 hours ago' note on your last message," the precursor of tragic endings.
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Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
