

Untitled: Experience ChineseI observe: the gesturing of exclamation marks and nodding of uncomfortable heads - pretendingUntitled: Experience Chinese
to understand the points, the information.
But leaving with nothing except
the dry parched grass, and those
lingering flashbacks of stone cold benches; the odour of graphite against wood or was it the breath
of frequent yawns? Maybe it was the sight of those unfamiliar convoluted characters? Or maybe it was the fidgeting and unnatural, occasional voicing of
opinion; it lapses into another full circle of quiet clicks and knocks. Bec


Of all the broken tears,The rain was ironically dry that day. You smile and laugh as you greet the people - whom you insist that are just putting on a mask of sorrow; a facade. No one really notices, really, as you clench your fists and try to hide the sorrow. You had to reassure them that you were doing fine, that you somehow managed to disassociate yourself from this whole event. But somehow, even as you try to look sane on the outside, it is evident you are falling apart on the inside. You sigh, and hope - really hope, no one notices the tracks of your tears.Of all the broken tears,
As the fragrance of the flowers wafts and fills your senses, you laugh a bitter and sorrowf
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ADAM FTW.
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