Shades of black and white.
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She had no choice but to sit beside the ah pek. With an inch between, they sat quietly next to each other for the next 40 minutes. Looking through the window, everything was so familiar.
It wasn't too long before, when they took the route every wednesday night. After class, hand in hand, she'll follow him up that double decker bus. For weeks, she can't even remember the bus number. There's no need to when you have someone looking out for you, is there?
The sights and sounds were familiar. Patches of black, that familiar odour. Startlingly similar. Perhaps she was just being oversensitive, perhaps it's just yet another bus ride. But it didn't feel that way.
A sense of longing fills when you have that void to fill. When the night gets dark and the world surrounds you, overwhelming. What do we crave? Companionship.
Loud and rough, big and sloppy, grouchy and nutty. Doesn't sound too perfect. Because she ain't. Sometimes she think she has been good. But maybe she hasn't.
Some genuine concern, love, attention and sacrifice. Tough.
But when the going gets tough, shouldn't the tough get going?
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There's no reason to feel bad
But there are many reasons to feel glad, sad, mad
Its just a bunch of feelings that we have to hold
But i am here to help you with the load.
Wow look at you now
Flowers in the window
It's such a lovely day
And i am glad that you feel the same
Cause to stand up i'm in the crowd
You're one in a million
And i love you so, so lets watch the flowers grow.
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