Deep Issues
One day we were talking again about this matter and repeated the above words. But this time there was another magic in these words. When I said the words out loud, I was singing loudly to another bene. I'm thinking too long.
He couldn't have known that day would end like this. According to everyone, the last person called was his eternity hope. The sound of the radio was opened, the most beautiful songs were sequenced. There were chats that adorned the songs. He cut the glass and delivered his fingers to the wind.
She was smiling, she had no happiness from her. When he was making his fingers dance with the melody of the song in the wind, his voice sounded to his ears, at that moment he wanted to mute the radio and listen to his voice.
He compiled his own notes and mumbled a few things. Then he opened another song, his favorite one. He couldn't have known he was going to take off that branch of that song life. It was a sudden thing, he couldn't notice anything.
He felt shaky, not normal, that was too much. He felt a little ringing in his ear. It was growing and not stopping. She wanted to take care of her, but she wanted to see her but her eyes had already met in the dark.
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