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“When an injured athlete urge a comeback to field for love of game, his vulnerability toward previous muscle wound hinder his mental ability to go on with a full swing. Though, same rule implicate for people who hold bleeding pen to draw alphabetic emotions” Yesterday I met one of those fragile birds. She carry fractured pen fingers under her beautiful skin, has curious eyes with strange shyness and a touched heart. The pursue of selflove somehow quelled her creative charm. I never expected to encounter someone so likeminded. She put away her pen to avoid emotions, identically similar reason made me quit this so-called ability which once lured bunch of close friends and many others who never knew the face behind these emotionally colored pages... Wish I could feel her feathers and let her touch my scars, but her shivering Fragile Soul stopped me to become a... ‘Bad Boy She Craves For...’
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Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC
Fragile Soul!
“When an injured athlete urge a comeback to field for love of game, his vulnerability toward previous muscle wound hinder his mental ability to go on with a full swing. Though, same rule implicate for people who hold bleeding pen to draw alphabetic emotions” Yesterday I met one of those fragile birds. She carry fractured pen fingers under her beautiful skin, has curious eyes with strange shyness and a touched heart. The pursue of selflove somehow quelled her creative charm. I never expected to encounter someone so likeminded. She put away her pen to avoid emotions, identically similar reason made me quit this so-called ability which once lured bunch of close friends and many others who never knew the face behind these emotionally colored pages... Wish I could feel her feathers and let her touch my scars, but her shivering Fragile Soul stopped me to become a... ‘Bad Boy She Craves For...’
jerryjones
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Finland
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC
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