Author's note: These are my Different Prose/s, I haven't checked on it yet and you might read some errors along the way and I would like to apologize for that. But, I promise to check and edit it once I'm done with my other on-going series.
Disclaim...
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Who loves to hide?
She got drunk on nipperkins and wove along the shore - walking to reach something that she isn't sure, she have been lost with the stars and got bruises leaving marks; afraid of how bandages aren't no longer good for scars.
She heard the whisper of the clouds - lightning and thunder made it sound so loud, when the moon talked to her; she went aspectabund. When the sun sets in time and the night stars to light in the dark; she wove and dance with all her pain and so she felt anodyne.
And when she's with everybody - vociferous she become, for she doesn't want swordy words attacking her if she let them see her in sadness and pain; she went happy-go-luck despite deep within she's more than a numbly-so-sadly.
If only this world doesn't make misconception with everything- If only this world can become more than Eco friendly; If only this world can see you without judging - then it would've been easier for her to express and cry, but this world isn't, so she'd rather hide.
