DAISY

"I have survived last night. I made it til the morning. But I don't know if this is good news for me or not..." She said. Her dark hair is as messy as her mind. Her eyes are as cold as the ice in her coffee. They're freezing, and I want them to melt. I …

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MOONLIT PIECES

Losing myself is like being left in a secluded island chained into the neck-deep water under the gloomy skies where the sun got tired of rising, and there's no more stars left shining seeking for rescue that only I, myself, can give yet I don't know how to swim So helpless as it seems, The …