Breatheeee.
Staring at the almost empty highway, the whole motion of waiting for the motherfucker bus was so void. The 25 minutes feels like one of the longest period I'd ever waited.
The noise disrupted my chain of thoughts. Whatever it is, I've done all i could. Fuck, i really dislike what i'm doing now because i see this is not going anywhere better. Oh well, I always believe that all good things must come to an end.
Everything will be alright. Eventually.
I will remember your hair smell. Definitely maybe.
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