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Writing is my escape from reality.
Without it, it could lead to my fatality.
Writing is my drug of choice.
11 years 3 months ago
I wake up in the morning to the reflection of a madman
A monster and a saint built into one hideous body
11 years 3 months ago
"My famlies impeccable. Sometimes good, bad. They can be heard in a way of touching in a way that nobody feels before.
11 years 3 months ago
"My famlies impeccable sometimes all good, bad. They can be heard in a way of touching in a way that nobody feels before.
11 years 3 months ago
Words constantly flow through my head
They get cluttered and mushed together
It feels amazing to reach out and grab one
11 years 3 months ago
I write Lines Lines
Lines, the occasional curve
the occasion loop
over and
over repeated
11 years 3 months ago
I thought this the place where I couldn"t be hurt. I thought this the place where i would be safe.
11 years 3 months ago
Walking me to class and carrying my books was an everyday thing. Texting me from when he woke up ‘till he fell asleep was his routine.
11 years 3 months ago
you are so beautiful it is hard to understand
you are so pretty i want to go through your hair with my hand
11 years 3 months ago