
hudaa Ismail
nineTeen
pretty much an avid observer who is eccentric in nature as well as one who does things entirely based on her mood.
title: Your contract just words; strings of alphabet that equates to nugatory. By and By, she pins faith on something that wasn't even credible. She accepts it as change when in your eyes, it's merely another trickery. Your position, the key master, boundless permission to every latch. Exploit one, redeem, continue with another. Repentant isn't in your dictionary, she ought to acknowledge that. You let her trip at every road. Yet she remains silent, choke back every mourning and brace up. How exhausting it is to put on a happy expression in front of the world. Can you ever decipher the voice inside her head? No you wouldn't. Someday she would consign to oblivion. Disremembering the rainbows after every shower. Love, vinTage dreams |
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