just my imagination..
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was he just my imagination .?
that curly hair ..green hazal eyes was just my hallucination.. that husky deeo voice Everything is my imagination
am I phycosis ?
" are you thinking about me " came a deep husky voice from my behind and I looked behind me..
" why no one can see you expect me.." I asked
" cause I am just imagination of yours " he said in my ears and disappeared in air..
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