2hours and 4 text messages later,
it became some what evident that, like all the other times they decide to give it a miss,
tonight would be just like any other.
unsure if its calm composure of just cool arrogance,
she lied.
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How would i define a fairytale,
a shoulder to hide behind during a horror movie
2/3 of the umbrella covering me
a ear to scream into
an undying patience
a slow, warm and strong voice
is there a men library? maybe i'll be willing to pay for the membership.
If i finish reading 'essays in love' will i understand?
will i understand what and why this is the way it is?
will i find our grey area (instead of conforming to wei long's black and white theory?)
will i have ran out to the bus stop instead?
Partying will solve it isnt it?
