riansuzini

Lighted days are not that sober. I take my steps easily as I glide along that narrow and steep alley.

I was never guided. When I stumble, I slip easily.

I figured a hand stretched and asking me to take a hard grip...and I did...then I stood up. I brushed the dirt off my skirt.

It never went away. It won't till I wash it by the time I'll be home.

He does not care if I'm looking petty in my countenance. He just wants to lend me the moment.
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