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~ a derailed passage! 🍂

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For people would never know what it takes to wait for him under the same tree he went forth. And why the once most frequently played song has no traces on my playlist. For all that they see, is what we put on our faces. Smiles and laughter. And some foregone tales and narratives. Because they wouldn't put efforts to recognize the change in your tone as you speak, as to reckon the pain. Because only the heart that suffers, knows how excruciating it is. Because only the eyes who awaits, knows the pain of not being able to see them for long. Only a tormented heart knows how to hold back the wounds afresh.

It isn't easy to be waiting for a single person and trample back each time. And it's even breathtaking to be still perseverant about it. To walk with a swelled up heart and never spill the beans to anyone.

And you ask what it takes to be lost in someone?

Everything you've ever possessed! ❤

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