The broken soul
I have never stopped climbing that tree until i reached to where i want to be , where i am supposed to be , near the pearson that i love ! I arrived to the window , i want to sheck up if he is there or not , i wanted to see his face even from far . I thought maybe it will be an opportunity to talk to him , to reavel all my felling , to get off all the thoughts thar are on my mind and touch his soft arm . It wasn't clear , i couldn't see obviously by the window there is a curtain that is covering the hole window and it is stopping me from looking by and know who is inside but then a wind came in and i can barely see the room that moment . I saw papers and furnitures on the desk , i think it is the place where he study but why keeping them in the desk in disorder and leave . I t
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