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I made a big mistake when I fell in love with Linlan. The women I love never stay long with me. No matter what I did, our love affair wouldn’t work. I never get the few things I want most in life.
I’ve always hated Tuesday’s ya know. I’m not exactly sure why but it might be because of these 13 reasons I’m about to tell you.
The days of the week each have their own feeling and job Monday: Tired, listless and a couple more cups of coffee than usual: The dreaded day
I Wake up, With a coffee cup. Watching the sunrise, In the mountain highs.
Monday: Day of New-beginnings, clean-slates, a constant reminder of another week of school.
It's cold tonight, Here in this soundless, white-canvased neighborhood. Tiny scratch marks are to be found barely notched into the surface of the snow. A shiver passes over us,
Day one: fall. Orange leaves that crumple under shoes Crazy loud thunderstorms. Is it hot out or is it cold? The ever-falling leaves, like sand in an hour glass My days falling to the ground.