Over Thinking

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  • Dedicated to M'ohjà L'eto M'omsen
                                    

I turned home over-thinking

Itook a bath and climbed my bed

. I had a big day full of surprises.

I couldn't stop thinking about him.

His eyes , his clothes , his hair... He was so different from other guys in my school.

And his clothes is like from another century maybe 18th.

I was thinking of him the whole night.

7:00 in the morning 

Time to go to school. I took my bag, my book as usual and I went to school. I

searched for him, but in vain.

I even went to that castle again hoping I would find him there.

The second day , The third day ... were the same ,there was n't a clue about him so

I gave up.

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