This blog isn't necessarily intended to be read. If you're reading this, I don't know how you found it, but enjoy I suppose. My soul is on these pages, spilled out from my heart. Each and every entry has been written by me. Somethings may not make sense to you and that's okay.
Thursday, January 15, 2015
She let herself go
How do you tell a person that you greatly care about a time when you let yourself go?
The time when you feel as though you weren't the slightest bit of yourself.
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