Chase me and I’ll outrun you, hold me close and I’ll break free, stab me and I’ll come back to life, haunt me and I’ll rest in peace, kiss me and I’ll feel nothing, look into my eyes and I’ll walk away, hold my hand and I’ll be liberated, undermine me and I’ll rise aboveContinue reading “Under my dead body”
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Bus Ride
Another long bus ride, this journey lasts far too long, in a black cardigan with the backpack by my side, I close my eyes and it passes as though a two minute song. Passing streets, children starving to death, passing streets, children munching on treats, dancing on the endless, barren heaths, only to collapse andContinue reading “Bus Ride”
The Wind blew the light out
I slowly tilted my head to look at the girl my friend pointed out…. …. the booming sound of the speakers playing every possible Salman Khan song, blocked her voice out. it was as i was deaf and she was mute. however, I managed to look towards the direction she was pointing at, and sawContinue reading “The Wind blew the light out”
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