Hey there ok it's my first time really writing a book. It feels weird but please do cooperate with my shits.
No he was no light for you
But she was his crack of dawn
No he was no Knight for her
But she was his queen
No he was no home for her
But she was his longing shelter
Well that's what they thought
But little did they know
That he was
Her drug, her melody
Her aroma, her scenery
And the only reason for sanity
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Her World
PuisiEver felt like the world's closing up on you??? Or misjudging for something you are not?? Like they could never see anything but happiness when you're dying to make your agony visible or at least be heard.. She does. She is no daily normal girl. Beh...
