If we really looked through the layers of our souls, would we mark the line of sane and insane?
Monday, July 13, 2009
Voices
As I walked in the room, my mind was constantly telling me that I didn’t belong there. I kept swerving from blushing to becoming dead silent. The one that was not invited, but was there anyway due to some circumstances.
I hate those moments. It's so awkward.
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