The world through cold eyes

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You’re sitting in your room, the night is warm and the window is open, letting the breeze drift in and caress your figure.

For a moment, you sit there in peace; the world seems so perfect in those few seconds… and you’re afraid to return to your cold reality.

But for a single second, the world just seems so beautiful,

your innocence still pure and untainted, and you wonder if you’ll ever see the world through these eyes ever again…

 

 

  • Author: naked heart (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 18th, 2021 07:18
  • Category: Short story
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