There is a girl in my neighborhood.
I don't know her name, I don't know what she thinks and I don't know her story.
But I know that every time I see her, she smiles at me.
And every time iam a little more happy.
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100 days a thought...
PoetryLiterally me just thinking every day... In every chapter their will be one thought... Maybe some sentences or maybe just a word. It will be happy but also sad. Good and Bad times. Be my guest. Wanting: Sometimes sentences describing self-harm or bad...
