Monday early afternoon.

Does stupidity has a name?
-If it does,it must be her name.

Does she do mistakes?
-Every single minute of her day.

Does she pay the price?
-Soon we will know.

Does she ever learns her lesson?
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Does she actually enjoy being such person?
-Define 'such'.

Does she has intuition?
-Positive.

Does she listen to it?
-Negative.

Does she ever realize her stupidity?
-Positive.Certainly positive.

Does she ever do something to prevent it?
-Negative.Certainly negative.

Will she ever grow up?
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...

Sunday afternoon.

Louder. More.

You happy? Cause me,more.

Same old songs, vanished under spell.Your spell.

Same old shoes,worn out beneath my feet. Bravely touching the ground.

Same old words, repeating in my lame vocabulary. Patiently waiting to be enriched and replaced.

And same old thoughts,

...because they never stop chasing me until they finally reach me. And good...and bad.

Everything I have.

Meaningless post for...whom it might refer?

July,oh,July.How fast you come and how soon you might gone?

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Fairly said this is one of the most recent and amusing girls talk myself had in ages.All worth it.
That's all that could be said. However, not much done,not much wanted,not much expected.It treats me good.A bit of reading,less laughing,a bit of talking,even less going out.Who said holidays were boring?... for a good old introvert and her sci-pre-created-self.