April 23, 2011 Help I’m Alive
For the lack of better words, that was one of the dreams; to be consumed in a tapestry of written charms and confessional poetry on these arms; I’d have stories written on the body and stories to tell, at any rate there would be so much more than what my heart could offer at any given time. Also, I would be a teaspoonful more interesting under such circumstances.
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