A girl sighed deeply. She's back to zero. Seeing the wonderful midnight view made her think about her very existence. Why does she always see this view? Why does she need to see this view?
She felt alone. Hated. Disregarded. Left out. She let out another deep sigh.
And there she was, crying and crying. Loud enough but still no one could hear. She tried and tried, but still no one could see, how everytime she needed someone but no one was free.
She let out a deep sigh. Tomorrow's a new day. And she's back again to zero.
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Written in the Stars
PoetryWorks of poetry, and result of one's imagination. Just look up, its all written there..
