Days passed by and I grew more and more used to making paper planes.
I often walked the halls of the hospital as if I was the only one living and I wandered off outside on my own.
I often threaded the pavement with care and settled for my usual place,
under the shadows of a linden tree.
And from there, I sent my paper planes to the sky,
secretly making wishes upon a ticking clock.
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Pulse (Cell Phone Novel)
Teen FictionThey say that we all have a fair chance at happiness, that we can all achieve it, if we truly wish for it. That it is up to us to decide our fates and the course of our lives. But is that really true? Do indeed all stories have a happy ending? Co...
