Her life is a book of tell tale sillies..
A little book of misconception..or rather just a little book of little tales..she whispered with the wind..like how the wind misses the sound of those shivery bushes..or rather how the wind misses the cow?it's very simple..really..just like sugar tastes different from cotton candy..both sweet..but different.It's kind of like that torn shirt you love..you try to patch it up with a different cloth that you think you like.It's not the same..you still like that torn shirt of yours.
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