Sometimes we fix people, sometimes people fix us. Sometimes its too dark to see through, sometimes its too bright to open eyes. Sometimes we smile cause we see smiles, sometimes we cry cause of others smile. Sometimes we hide ourself for others, sometimes we show ourself for us. Sometimes we love people for no reason, sometimes we hate people without knowing about them. Seeing every bright side of a story is not always fair. Sometimes we should feel the blackest of the story. We should care about those people who were always there for us cause sometimes they don't know what to do and get vanished. Sometimes it's good to know the real me.
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The Story of Sometime
Short StoryA story of peoples who live for others smile and hide them under a sea of nowhere .