I will write. I will love. I will discover. I will reveal. I will be a leaf on the wind, they will watch me soar. I will not be unmoved by beauty. I will not be defeated by defeat. I will find you. I will be heard.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
MY POOR LITTLE
MY POOR LITTLE CONTAGIOUS baby
no one's asking you to bed tonight
You said its okay, you're used to the late nights
and you were so tired, but you gave in without a fight.
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