Thoughts are like that awesome air, can feel but can never explain.
Under the Flyover
She looked into his eyes and said - we are such similar creatures, you and I, aren’t we?
No, we are not - he replied, much to her surprise, then looking away at the passing bus, he said - you are lost, while I am abandoned.
I usually do not leave a comment, but the ideas really rocks, also I have a few questions like to ask, what's your contact details?-Johnson
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I usually do not leave a comment, but the ideas really rocks, also I have a few questions like to ask, what's your contact details?
-Johnson
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