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Wednesday, May 22, 2013

6 words; a memoir

Sometimes the rain just doesn’t end.
This is how much I care.
A text sent, yet nothing received.
Dreaming of wonderlands, walking to wastelands.
Figuring myself out, not there yet. 
Always look forward, never look back.
The best things happen by accident.
And so she said, “please stay.”
Her wishes fell like shooting stars.
Can't live without my morning coffee. 

“You’re the first, you’re the last.”
Did you know you are intoxicating?






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