because everyone is entitled to a piece of happiness
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
this is the real world
My mind is running. Sleep is hard. So many thoughts. So much going on. My mind is open. A book. Poorly written. Read it. Understand. Not much sense. But it's what it is.
I love you. and your wonderful mind and your sweetness (not in the awesome way though that is also true) but in the sweet, lovely, graceful way in which you carry yourself. You are a doll my dear.
I love you. and your wonderful mind and your sweetness (not in the awesome way though that is also true) but in the sweet, lovely, graceful way in which you carry yourself. You are a doll my dear.
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