9:21pm
You are a work of art. I admire you from afar. A masterpiece ought not to be touched. Inside and out, you were attractive. Maybe to others, you weren't aesthetically pleasing or in simple words, nice. Art isn't supposed to look nice. You made me feel something. Beside you, I was just a drooping flower.
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Short Storyentries that probably shouldn't be shared on the internet but here they are.
