Pens are used to write
But our mind draw the illusions
Illusions that made the world different, making our own desired world
World far from the truth and reality
And our heart?
It will keep us commited to the the story,to the world we made
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Story by Maria
On the Train Ride Home (City Light...
I was on the train home when I suddenly met him. The train has stopped, passengers have left, yet here I am...
