A friend came over to stay overnight for a personal study time and was left to be. The night came, and she knocked on the restless and sleepy M, asking for the password for his laptop...which she accidentally closed upon.
He did not like disturbances during sleep; the anger rose within him. He stared at the ceiling when the door closed. This moment, this time.
Hatred, anger, jealousy, regret. The overzealous emotions overflowed that room; he could not control it. His past haunted him, he, wanting to vent his anger somewhere.
The unnecessary rumours spreading about him, along with that person responsible.
The lies that surrounded another person that ruined his 3rd year, first semester.
The reluctant emotions of the one who received his Valentine's Day roses, 3rd year, 2nd semester.
The provocation of an imbalanced life, 4th year 1st semester. He was the victim in the crossfire.
And false hopes, just recently.
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Stand in his shoes. See his world with your eyes. The bumps of these clouds say of your emotions. The colours contrast your expressions. The number of clouds says of your stories. The darken trees collide with reality and imagination. The blue highlights of the sky tempted down to its mirror, as the day goes into the end. The stars lit up bright thereafter...while I stand here on the sidelines, cheering for you.
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