"I will reopen old wounds, inflict new ones, and shed every ounce of sanity left coursing through my veins. I will spill all the crimson words of poetry that overflow from me and with my wrists bare and pale, I will rewrite my love for you."
You may think my stories are sad, but, honestly, I just don't sugarcoat the truth.
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decimrose
May 21, 2015 01:53AM
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