Like a rising sun painting my sky, colouring my hues and dusting off the night... You were born inside of me like the warmth within a fire.. Inseparable, destructive, and yet without doubt desired..
Words are the mirror of every soul. Even if we choose not to bare ourselves to everyone, our words are not so gracious. They share every emotion as intended, whether or not we like it. Here are some of my words... A small part of my soul..
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