THE MISUNDERSTOOD
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Last published Fri, Oct 28, 2022
Everything He did was Misunderstood. Nobody was interested in him but Everybody was interested in Judging him. He was so sick of the world that he almost gave up. Until he Finally found his reason.
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cotton candies and Rainbows was what everybody saw even though her head was always between her novels. Whenever it was not , she was the most weird , bubbly and well weird girl. Not in weird way But In a ' I am very innocent so I am weird' way.
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Her optimism irritated his soul but he was already too far into it. Not a single second went by when he did not think of her.
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His choice of words made her scrunch her nose at him but She wouldn't have it any other way.Not a single second went by when she did not think of him.
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I Can't believe he thinks I am pretty. He actually said that! without even using any of his wonderful words. phew I can't breathe , I think I have asthma.
He cleared his throat and I was brought back into reality. Okay , but why is he smirking now?! God This man.
I Think I really like this man though.
10 whole minutes and he hasn't even curs-
" The Fuck you thinking about?"
I Sigh in relief , Thank God he said that , I thought he wasn't himself anymore , Phew
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