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I feel like water.
It's colourless, so am I.
It's pure, untouchable,
crystal clear and
it hides nothing behind.
It's how you see it.
It's not two-faced
Like most of the Earth population.
But it is unbreakable.
I'm not.
It doesn't get affected by things, you can't tear it apart.
But I am fragile, I get broken easily.
It doesn't have a heart.
I do.
I have a heart,
swimming in the emotion ocean,
trying to find a place myself.
I feel,
But it doesn't.
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Author's Note:
I know I'm updating too frequently but I just write down and don't want to wait to update.
Bad things are coming, my friend. Beware yourself.
I'm planning on ending this story in 30 chapters but I'll see.
Thanks for the support. I love you all.
Your day to shine, your lips to smile! ;)
Sevval x
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