As she lends down the envelope to her, she responded nothing but a heartache. Flashing an indifferent look broke her heart. All she needed was help but it seems that some matters are not important to her and are insignificant. All she needed was attention because that particular matter involves gold. "sigh"
And to add to her dismay, she realized that his matters are more particular to her(not she).
So depressing it is to feel this way. So depressing it is to feel this way.
And to add to her dismay, she realized that his matters are more particular to her(not she).
So depressing it is to feel this way. So depressing it is to feel this way.
Damn! Damn! Damn! Less loved, she stares blankly at the shadows of the wall, feeling the droplets fall down her cheeks. Yet, she can't let her emotions rule her, she can't let the droplets fall again, she can't let depression beat her, and she can't give life to her thoughts as what she believes in. She just can't because she shouldn't be. End of story. She opened her eyes, got up from bed, brushed her hair, and lived the day.
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