Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
gets heated up...
One of their stories. But what kind of stories do they held on me? Just one of the same stories? Don't really feel the heated up in the real sense of their word. Just a lay by, just a stand by, or just a bye-bye. Am I not a man in the middle of this thing and that thing? But why the events and those days? Is it not only meant for me? But why the feel the way I still felt? Should I feel that way? Then how should I feel? Allahuakbar?
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