Tinderella

The girl in the corner was sitting quietly, staring at her iPad. She was sweeping right and left. So did the girl in the centre. She was staring at her iPhone, did the same finger movement as the girl in the corner.

Some take it easy. Some take it hard.

We were lonely.

We were hurt.

We were empty inside.

We needed someone to talk to. Someone who would ask, “how’s your day?”

We needed someone to fuck. Someone to fulfil the undone part by the previous one.

We might find an angel, might an evil.

 

 

 

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