As the days pass by, I get to know the real him.
As the days pass by, I feel differently about him.
(There is no certain genre for what I've written as it's neither a story nor a poem, but I consider it as poem-like)
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[ A c e d i a : ennui ; state of torpor or listlessness ; spiritual apathy ]
Poetry attempts / Random thoughts / Musings
(P.S. I'm not very good at this, don't expect too much. Thanks)