Her head is interrupted… she already ran away due to lost trust… giving herself a fresh start, hoping that second chances would come at night… the past is fading in her thoughts… when the alcoholic’s secrecy disturbed a loved one… and where she dealt with others’ garbage in their foolish state of mind.
Time went by… time flew… the waiting game didn’t play her right.
Tonight… It’s a dark and a lonely night… while she writes, she wonders how suddenly she became the hero of the surprising story of her own life.
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ooooo,,, sweet and touching shadan jan