It may as well have been considered a sin, to love someone like him. He wasn't the type that one was supposed to fall for. It was wrong, she knew it from the beginning, but she let it happen. She pretended to be blind towards the screaming dangers, and look at her now. Now, she sits at coffee shops with a cold cup of coffee in front of her, while her gaze is trained at nothing in particular. Now, she lies awake at night thinking of what could've been, what was and what is. Now, she's nothing but living doll. She has no purpose and she has no place.
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RandomA collection of the little fishes that swim around in my head. Some people call them quotes, short stories, poems, rants etc. They distract me when I'm supposed to be doing 'important' things like homework or cleaning my room. All rights reserved...
