It wasn't a very clear one. Not very proud and certain of itself. And the girl it liked the most never remembered it. Because it was a thought it didn't have any functionalities to write with. No hands, feet or teeth. It means that it totally depended on this much-liked girl to remember it's story.
The sad part is (as if the previous wasn't sad enough!) that also this time she didn't. She was just about to... but then some other thing occurred to her and yet another time the pitiful thought could only pack it's bags.
Some people (and thoughts it seems) just have shitty lives.
But I'm not one of them.
Rebecca
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