"..I am an untold story. I have been waiting for so many years to be told; I waited among singles, married ones, harried ones (for I have also have to be reminded not to hurry), alphabets, among their societies forming sentences. I even searched for those places called libraries for a note on a similar soul. Then for a period I was heartbroken on hearing on "the loneliest whale of the planet", unmatched in sound, but unheard and calling."
This is what the preface reads.
Now I have heard her say this. This is what she tried telling everyone who fell in love with her smile.
And as she walked around, in her pretty flowing skirts, everyone whispered how beautiful she was. how whimsical. then once someone called her "Charlie's sunshine". And poured her with compliments like cat's fur. From that day she had Charlie with her and there followed a trail of trail of golden yellow sunshine, even in moonlight..
This is what the preface reads.
Now I have heard her say this. This is what she tried telling everyone who fell in love with her smile.
And as she walked around, in her pretty flowing skirts, everyone whispered how beautiful she was. how whimsical. then once someone called her "Charlie's sunshine". And poured her with compliments like cat's fur. From that day she had Charlie with her and there followed a trail of trail of golden yellow sunshine, even in moonlight..
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