Stop and stare


Observation is the source of my admiration to my surroundings, all I know is thanks to stopping ot smell the roses.

Reading is my passion and the source of my incredible adventures. 

Speaking the truth is how I develop.

I tick like a clock by being spontaneous and just the humurous me.

Hiding behind a corain of darkness is the little girl afraid to trust and she just stops and stares at me when she walks past with hurt in her eyes, with disappointment in her heart.


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