A place where paintings are drawn through words.
But the colours are smeared by the rain of emotions.
Where proses are made poetic.
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I think, somewhere inside my heart, I always knew that we could never be. It was just like the intuition you get before it's going to rain.And it pours.
But I held on.
Because I didn't know what I'd do if I lost you. Lost you to the glitters of this world . Where I was just a shattered mirror trying to reflect others' light.
Maybe that is how it was supposed to be, you the sun, and I, the moon, just gazing at you from afar.
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