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you make my heart feel like a child, like someone who plays in the mud and still be happy of the dirt, like a child who longs for a candy, for something sweet and there’s nobody feels like home except you.

A bee stung itself

I wish to pretend I’m okay whenever you say ‘there’s no WE’ but deep down inside there’s an ocean stopping itself to form a tsunami. It’s like a breeze slapping me with cold reality. I’m like a bee stung with its own self. If only you know how much it hurts… there’s no cure for…

If 3 years ago The Ugly Writers

If 3 years ago

Would the heavens allow us to meet in a different time in a different place other than in our time and in our universe?
Could we exist in a different period because i’d still want us to meet and know each other?

If you don’t know I love you

If you don’t know I love you Watch the rain falls after a long summer time, when the flowers bloom again that add colors to the surrounding. Watch the sun sets every twilight and comes back every morning. It’s never failing to share its light, to bring again hope after a long dark time. Watch…