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if i were to call a friend,on a boring night.
Tonight.
When i'm bored, who's number should i dial?
Truthfully, I have no idea.
I scroll down my contact list, i only browse.

Over the years,
my life has succumbed to this.
The friendly & friendless girl,
the energetic & lazy girl.

Living in he vast blue forest of imminence wonder,
Gazing stars, speech with the moon.

Drinking a bottle of beer now, happy & satisfaction in my own private way.

She don't like to speak,
but she talks when needed.
She doesn't enjoy constant company,
she desperately needs the lonely privacy which she dreads,but needs to accept.

She hates it when people confront her...and,
intrigue her deficient of confidence.
It irritates her, remind her, of this world,
the real world of mouths & speaks.
She love cooking,loves eating,
but she somehow felt that deep within her,there is a fear, a hate for food.
She loves her brain, yet everything that riffle through her eyes is converted in words in her mind, transformed,converted.
is she abusive to her mind? such complexity.

I can't wake up, i better not.
She loves this wonderland, of her own.



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