The clouds were so gloomy that it matches the sadness I felt in my heart. I was trailing a road looking for you. I am unwell.
A moment passed, the gods above released their cries, enough for making us all wet.
When I directed my head left, I saw you under the showers of the gloomy clouds,
tears are also clearly evident dropping the windowpane of your eyes.
I rapidly paced myself to you, situated you in my heartfelt embrace, and then asked,
"Why can't people see that there's already sadness behind all my smiles?"
---"they are also tired now, perhaps," you replied.
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Marcus Diaries | A Collection of One Shot Stories
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