Strikhedonia
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Last published Fri, Mar 2, 2018
WARNING!
Poorly written story! [/hands up; I only write to make sense of the thoughts in my head and most specially creating new world within the real world is quite fascinating. So if you are one of those perfectionists out there, then you can leave. Go find anything else or make your own that can truly satisfy you. Thanks!
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Third Person's
She loved to talk especially laugh.
If you are there when she laughs, you will probably end up laughing too.
She'd ask more questions than talk about herself.
She loved to find something about people.
She loved everybody but now she doesn't seem so.
What's with her sudden change?
Seeing her eyes, there's an expression of deep longing mingled with the pain of an infinite loss.
Her voice was soft but her eyes were cold.
And right now,
Exactly at this moment
She understood that even she could step back-she didn't want to.
She just wanted to step forward.
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