My idiotic mind goes back to when I heard.
To when the world was so vividly painted with exquisite sounds.
It was something I took for granted.
Something I never thought about.
Now all I do is think.
YOU ARE READING
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Poesíaa short story in which a person attempts to survive with its own controlling antagonist. - this is my first time writing a book. i would really appreciate constructive criticism. leave a comment and vote; whatever you want. - lowercase intended -
