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                                                                                                           It’s haunting me.
                                                                                                          The sound you make at everything I say. 
                                                                                                          Is it fake? 
                                                                                                          Is it forced? 
Is it real? 
Just like your voice?
The sound of your broken laughter echos through my head
that sound. 
The one I hear constantly at the back of my mind.
Not the sound of your voice when you say charming things,
Not the sound your lips make when you want to kiss me
But the sound of your pure joy. Your laugh. It’s the only thing that sounds real enough right now.
I miss it
I want to hear it again.
and again.
and again.


Yours truly,

Painted Shadow.



I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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