Every fairytale Ends

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Tuesday, June 3, 2008

WHEN HE LOOKED BACK AND SMILED

IT WAS DARK IN THE MORNING AND I WAS WAITING FOR THE SUN... THE SKY WAS GLOOMY, AND BIRDS WERE SILENT THOUGH THEY TOO WERE EAGER WITH OPEN MOUTH. I OPENED MY EYES....WHEN HE LOOKED BACK AND SMILED... I WAS AWAKE LYING IN MY BED TIRED WITH MY BORING ROUTINE RUSHING FROM ONE CORRIDOR TO OTHER TO CATCH... Sign in to see full entry.

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