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Its over. Really over. The odd feeling of coming home and thinking of what to do next, no anxiety of exams, no worries about if there's anough time. Its like peddling so fast, the wheels of the bicycle just continues to roll forward, and before you realise and put on the breaks, it has already crossed the destination point. On this rainy day, what is there to learn? On this rainy day, how many times were laughters heard? On this rainy day, how many were safe and warm.. under the shelter of care? On this rainy day.. That night. Earphones were plugged. Hands reached out into the space that i was staring. I traced the outline of my hands, and felt that it seemed foreign. Couldn't figure what exactly i was reaching out for. Maybe it was trying to feel the existance of the un-touchable.. XoXo Safe under the blankets |
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