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Running Lines

I'm not here to impress. I write to clear my mind and as such, my train of thoughts might be either brilliant or junk.
@ 9.6.10

You’re so adorable, like a little boy. You sit there by yourself near the window and then, at times, you’d curl up in your seat with your puzzle book on your lap and a pencil in one hand, trying to solve the puzzles. You’d be at it for hours and even when I’d fallen asleep and woken up again, you’d still have that book on your lap. And then, when you think you’ve done enough puzzles, you’d plug in your ear phones and just gaze out of the window for the hours to come. Sometimes you look so deep in thought that I wished I could know what you’re thinking. Other times, I saw you mouthing the lyrics of the song you’re listening to. Head banging and even some drumming actions as well. I’d watch you with a smile playing on my lips, happy to watch you without being noticed for it. And when you fall asleep…when you sleep…you make me want to.

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