unusual morning

I wake up every morning doing the same things.

Checking up the phone and make the bed, Open my windows and looked in the mirror for my morning looks and he is usually the first person I talk to every day.

I like it. I like how I look in the morning. I love my eyes. My long wavy hair. my lips and my tan skin. everything. Even though I am not pretty but still I adored myself.

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We talk like usual. About what we gonna do. What is happening on Facebook? What I saw on Twitter last night and how was the day yesterday. We talked about it. We talk a lot.

But on the other day,

We do not talk but argue.

We do not fight but misunderstood

Something is not right

Sometimes we are not in common.

We are just too overly attached

We hold it too tight

We are too dependent and feel chained

but we still hold on

and will still.