She knew that she is stuck in tangles that are hard to untie . She read
'getting easier to ignore and may be even to replace, tired of her same words and same face'
they have only made her tears fall down again, for the tangles she is not able to undo she is thinking hard, she badly wants to learn those mind games but she knows she is a failure at that. She can only hope of a miracle at the moment, and that miracle is still a dream...
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The Clouds That Passed By
PoetryThese are a set of random thoughts of a random girl in this random universe