Sometimes it all comes down to a single word.
A word of such profound stories yet it has none. The word lingers hindering others from progressing and as you think that the end has come, there it is; nothing.
A fictitious mind.
A word of such profound stories yet it has none. The word lingers hindering others from progressing and as you think that the end has come, there it is; nothing.
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Reblogged this on tinkerer of words and commented:
HANDPICKED#1.
short yet magical! 🙂
Reblogged this on tinkerer of words and commented:
HANDPICKED#1.
short yet magical! 🙂