I saw love and I saw lust. I could choose only one of them. Chose love, but love, didn't choose me. Life goes on as a car with its windows shut, just travelling, never going nowhere. I wish I could share my writings and be appreciated, but hell... won't happen, then why should I even bother?
People are dumb
People are dull
If they weren't
they wouldn't be listining
to me at all.
Should I be or should I breathe?
Clearly, both can't exist.
Next chapter won't be called "About a girl", it shall be called "About a boy".
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