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.
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To tell about thee,
𝓲𝓲 .Innocent stare to an almond eyes; A Wonderwall mystery I cannot find, Shoshin views in every angle Walking Coddiwomple the journey of life, A kawaakari moment on 1st Sunday where A Chimerical Life she have lined. Counting ages from time to time; grown from La douleur exguise burning fire.
[ 𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 ]
𝓲𝓲. She wove the flaw of sunshine burning in the morning sky. She's the smoke of the coffee they sipped on a cozy calendar date. Thrown by sharp painful gut-wrenching words on which in return she gives one a Redamancy. Opening the door of a one dark IV corner room with a Billet-doux on her right hand. Determined to set forth her words despite the Alexithymia she own like a wand. She smile like a blooming daisy even when her Acosmist Mother Sempiternally dislike her.
[ 𝘖𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 ]
𝓲𝓲. Every step as she walks along the garden where each flowers she passes, bloom. Paralian; She loves to just stand before Mangata scenery. Wanting one Halcyon moment with pure happiness and less pressure just like a balter.Clear optimism set within her mind for she believe everything will turn fine soon, and the susurrus of the summer wave underneath that tree placed; My Abditory. Her laughters screaming such pain thru endless glory, in which no number of members knew.
[ 𝘕𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 ]
𝓲𝓲. How could no one from those number of people around her didn't see? that during the countless days on quarter four she's crying and laying on the floor. Her almond eyes when she smile shows river of sadness from the hidden wounds bombed by missiles of heart wrecking words. But no one cares to seek, no one offered comfort, no one scooped her when she fell unto the deepest hole of life's misery. She stood, She gripped the hollow sides of the hole to climb up again, and so she build up positivity and plaster expression expressing nothing but still comfort and good vibes.
[ 𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 ]
𝓲𝓲. Indirect kisses from the breezing air to her hair right to her nape down to her toes, cold shivering feeling down her spine as she felt the deafing silence at XII of midnight, angelic sound of a shaking voice singing a lullaby to kill whats on her head; Whispering noises. Until a soft piece of thin white feather flew circles around her postponning her tears, and as those feathers caught her attention it slowly flew away from her seductively, she follow the blew of air coming from the mountains to the land towards the sea. Her eyes laid on the mångata scenery where she once dreamed to feel and see the sabaism side went straight up to the night sky where she closed her eyes and felt nothing but alpas and kefi.
