While I am writing about my surroundings and these people, I'm sure someone else is also writing about me. Who, When, Where and How, I don't know, but I'd like to know.
She was... well she was she. No words could hold her and no definition could possess her. She entered my world but yet she remained on the outside. After all she was independent, not even a nationality could grab her. Afterall she was she...
I closed my eyes and traveled away. I was there. I wasn't there. The words took me here. They took me there. I didn't hear anything. Nor I read. I was at ease. It was my turn to be in peace.
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interesting thought....:)
She was... well she was she. No words could hold her and no definition could possess her. She entered my world but yet she remained on the outside. After all she was independent, not even a nationality could grab her. Afterall she was she...
P.S. Now you know someone who wrote about you...
Stranger, Yes, I know at least one now :) Thanks for your words, I should write a story about myself.NOW.Ops! What did I think I was doing here?! :)
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