Sometimes, on cold and lazy days, I sit down and ask myself why the sky is blue. Like in everything, I've thought about asking you the answer to this question, but the thing is, I'm more than sure you'd know, and sometimes, on cold and lazy days, I just like to sit down and endlessly ponder the question of why the sky is blue. Sometimes I don't want an answer.
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The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.