A girl, whose scattered memories lay on the midnight Liliac floor. A boy, who just makes in worst. A day, a meeting, and a bouquet of pictures make the truth come out alive. Twinkle, twinkle little star, Show me all your favorite scars. When we look up at the skies, A burst of tears and scattered lies, Cover our eyes. ------ photorated

✳we all have glass walls, don't we? Easy to break, but we end up hurting others in the process.✳ She is not only smiles; Her hardships are just concealed. She has not only been crying, She has also been hiding her Her past behind. #peopleofthesociety ***warning: depression, and not even close to the happiness and cliche-ness of my old story. #137 in short story!! ;D