I was alone. While the voices of the other kids could be heard in the distance, I quietly shielded myself with one of the trees branches so I couldn't get wet. Whenever I was sad, he'd come to sit by my side. On days my flowers would bloom and on days they would not...my tears are so beautiful...that...he ended up touching them with his hand. And I wasn't frightened by his appearance. The tears he touched his hand felt like honey, that was the day we met. His hands just for me.
He smelt like magnolia...tomorrow a dam will be put here and he'll drown...even though I made him feel emotions that were scary. I made him feel painful...a place just for me..he's bitter.
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