Chapter 13. Love is the mad rabbit

She is looking for a reason for a reasonable explanation but finds nothing she is looking deep inside the rabbithole but when she falls in there is no wonderland there is nothing but void a loud void darker than the night, that’s how a crush must be she thinks like a crash like a spoilt child crying craving demanding all or nothing and all or nothing. Never to ask, never to wait, fall into your own hole. Funny. He is not there.

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