Mega Sick
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Last published Wed, May 13, 2020
"I just got a broken heart. Can you let me have this room today?" I blink, not understanding why I could calmly utter that sentence out
His pale blue eyes gaze at me, seemingly empathetic, I think I'm too dizzy to identify human emotions.
"Then I can't leave you alone." he replies to me, throws the hammer on the wooden table, which is already messy with my painting tools and closes the door behind him.
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She's always been lost in life, but she never knew she could be lost in love. Copyright © 2018 by moonpilots. All rights reserved.
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