Saturday, June 18

#119

"..she told me once.. she hopes, she could stop being the tree who only smiles on the outside"

she is wearing the mask to look invisible. nobody to seek when the wind makes she lost her sight. she used to have one. but..











stop hitting her face like she had done nothing, being the stone on the grass.

she is trying and keep on failing.
she was nothing than a pathetic living animal.

pity her, oh pity her. It's playing like a chaos orchestra in her head.
And that is the least everyone can do.

...and the circle would not stop being a circle like yesterday darling.

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